It is difficult to explain a picture like this:
(It is also difficult to explain that pajama choice of mine)
But I will try anyway.
So, Friday night, Krystal and I were watching the first season of The Walking Dead, when at a particularly tense moment we heard a small rustling outside. We were fairly sure it wasn't zombies, but decided to check. My car was being thoroughly molested by balloon penises, giant blow up boobs and a blow up sheep.
The sheep of course had an entrance...
It also bleated upon entry. Totally weird. But it is OK, me and the sheep just hugged after that:
See, we even had a beer together.
So I would like to thank, once again, Michelle, Whitney and Kyle a/k/a Frankie a/k/a Matt Damon a/k/a Watson for dropping by to sexually abuse my vehicle. We now have really awesome living room decorations!!
Why yes, this is a completely normal Friday night for us. Why do you ask?
