When life hands you
lemons limes, you take the big bushel of limes and make lots of margaritas with them.
Stacia had a shitty week and I had some terrible news on Thursday that is seriously so MESSED UP – I’m not even going to get into it now – so we opened our new Billy Bob teeth that had arrived in the mail and drank a bunch of margaritas and had a grand old time.
I mean, it’s pretty easy to make me and Stacia happy. Give us a pair of fake teeth and turn on some music and just get the camera going. Then we lay on the floor laughing so hard we cry because we can look SO INCREDIBLY UGLY. And it’s awesome.
You can tell Stacia has little or no experience with Billy Bob teeth, because in all of her pictures her mouth was all tight and stressed, rendering a very interesting expression that was a cross between severe constipation and very sad intellectual challenges.
Oh yes, and with that last picture I must explain that Stacia was practicing very, very hard for her “Riverdance” audition. I think she has a very good chance of landing a spot, and the red hair will just add to her audition flair.
You might think right about now that I’m teasing Stacia for looking like a total retarded hillbilly, but I’m actually APPLAUDING her pictures, because sometimes the uglier the picture is, the more I love it. Take note of our pictures of me, which are so ugly it might make your toenails curl. I love them so.
When I put in my Billy Bob teeth, I sort of have this alter ego who makes an appearance. Her name is Rhonda and she has a strong accent and likes to eat grits and smoke cigars. She likes to attempt the running man on occasion.
I love Rhonda.