So, I'm going to work this morning and the last song that plays on the iPod shuffle is Little Feat's Fat Man in the Bathtub. So, all fucking morning not only do I have the God Damn thing in my head, but all kinds of horrible images my imagination conjures up.

Just fuck you for existing, that's all.

Click here, asshole.

I hate myself for having the hots for the "Education Connection" girl that goes to college in her pajamas.