Do you suppose that on certain days such an odd number of unexplained occurrences take place that they could be considered a message from someone or something?
Like on those rare occasions that I am commenting somewhere and I start to feel like CAPTCHA is not only reading my mind but telling me who it wants killed next on it’s “special list”.
It’s okay, you can talk about it here.
On a cold day last year I turned on the lava lamp in my daughter’s room while I folded laundry to add some much-needed ambiance to a dreary task. I watched the misshapen glob on the bottom heat up and begin to form…..
Wait, what the hell is that?
At first I thought it was a temporary mistake that would work itself out.
Finally, two hours later this problem managed to solve itself so I wouldn’t have to keep pushing kids out of the room with a broom.
Some people get stigmata or the image of Jesus on their waffle.
I got a lava lamp penis.
Also, Tom this has NOTHING to do with the Viking invasion caused by your rejection of the love of the Danish people.