Wednesday, November 17, 2010
you're bearly getting my goat
So I haven't blogged for one reason:
I really like seeing that picture in the previous post of myself dangling from a rope.
But that's just ridiculous. You can't let little things like that hold you back from life. Or blogging. Little things like vanity and pride and getting to say, HOLY CRAP, I CLIMBED A ROPE.
OR IS IT CLUMB?
I THINK IT'S CLIMBED.
So here's a picture of a bear riding a goat to break the cycle.
p.s. THAT MARGARITA WAS WHOA.
p.p.s. That's right. It only takes one.
p.p.p.s. Did you see the goatbear? Or beargoat? Or manbearpig?
p.p.p.p.s. You don't see something like that every day.
p.p.p.p.p.s. The bear on the goat, I mean.
p.p.p.p.p.p.s. But you knew that.