What a Grievous Fucking Week

I'm not even gonna rage any further about my work week--nobody wants to hear it and I don't even wanna TYPE it.



So instead I give you:



Something to make you laugh (note to the weak-bladdered--you might wanna take care of business before you read this)



and



something to make you think.



Gotta go do laundry, take a shower, and catch up on about 7000 words of novel I haven't written this week. Back later.