Let’s Not Get Hysterical (#345)

I have certain phrases that I say. Now I even have ones that I write. “Fecker” might be one that you recognize. I say, “Let’s not get hysterical,” quite often. I think it encapsulates a lot of the way I feel often. We are a passionate people – humans – but sometimes we go too far. Below are some examples. They are so ridiculous that I’ve put together a “Monster Truck Rally” for them. Each needs to be moved down, compacted, and put into its rightful box. Bacon Condoms. Not only bacon condoms, but bacon lube. Christ, really? Granted, I trip the light lez-tastic these days, but even I know that if the “p-unit” really tasted so ungodly then teenagers wouldn’t be falling…