It is so ON, you pothole-swimming freaks.
And your giant rooster friend? Him, I'm aiming for.
On deck for tonight: "Brokeback Mountain." On the one hand, I'm rather proud of my secure-in-his-masculinity husband for renting it all on his own, with no prompting from me. On the other hand, I'd feel better if he'd stop calling it "Humpback Mountain," and singing, a la' Willie Nelson, "Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to hump cowboyyyyys....."