My friend, Angie, sent me a celebratory text a bit earlier this evening, in the form of a picture of her crotch.
It was actually supposed to be a picture of the kitten, Waylon, who was hiding under her laptop and attacking her from his strategic position. She then apparently felt bad about texting me a picture of her crotch, so she texted me again, apologizing for texting me a picture of her crotch.
Our conversation continued, but it quickly moved to Facebook and devolved into an irritable conversation about Big Brother (the show, not a government exercising complete control over citizens’ lives) and, in a FB chat, the coccodia parasite, which is one of the most delightful parasites. On another positive note, Angie’s crotch looks so slim in this picture.
To sum up, Waylon is cute, England can suck it, the only thing worse than Big Brother is coccidia, and you need to text a crotch shot to your best friend immediately on this, the 237th anniversary of our great country’s independence.
Happy July 4th!