Bob Barker and a Tootsie Pop Glass of Delicious

It's a take it easy day today. Actually, it's an I-went-out-last-night-at-9:30-pm-when-I-shouldn't-have-even-though-I-had-to-work-today-and-ended-up-showing-off-my-ladies-of-The-Price-is-Right-impression-creating-my-own-drink-and-getting-talked-into-doing-Shoop-by-Salt-n-Peppa-at-karaoke day. So yeah.

Also, I'm pretty sure the bartender is in love with me. In a totally non-creepy-but-he's-kind-of-an-old-man kinda way.

So I'm just going to put this out there, for those of you who don't follow me on Twitter (what's wrong with you?). This is one of the most fucked up true things I've ever read

Someone please tell me that it's not true. Oh, also don't click that if you have a weak stomach. I guess I warned you about that a little too late, didn't I?

Who eats eyeballs? I mean, at least, without barbecue sauce or ranch dressing or something.

I'm kidding.

Maybe.

You know, if I believed in God, I might consider this a sign of the apocalypse or the rapture or something (seriously, God, if you're out there and you read my blog, not that you need to of course, since you know everything, but maybe you just read it for a good chuckle, in which case you should probably read Your Beard is Good or Baking with Plath or The Bloggess or LiLu or i hate so much or PeterDeWolf or well, just look to the side there because this is getting out of hand and they're all way funnier than me, but if you're out there, it's time to rapture some of your crazier followers). Instead I'm just going to hope against hope that this doesn't spark an idea for a new reality television show.