In which this journal sinks to an awesome new low.

[nom_de_grr]

There is a woman in my neighborhood who walks around with what one can only call a wizard staff. You never see her without it. Walking the poodle? Wizard staff. Washing the car? Wizard staff.

Hey, look at my new gay nazi unicorn tattoo!



Just kidding. I would never put that on my tuchus. If I did, would I really use the word "tuchus"? No, that's a picture of your mom's butt.

Oh snap your mom