I need to find this, like now!!!

Why is this child crying........?

For a good bit of time I have wanted to publicly acknowledge a friend on here. But never quite knew how to go about it. This person is one of the truly nice people on here. She is smart, helpful, and wickedly funny. A person who will do almost anything for a friend (yes I said almost lol). So when she sent the image below to me, I knew I had my tie in. She lives in AU where it is tomorrow today. Since she gave me permission to use this in a blog, I absolutely had to. I mean it would be rude of me to refuse. So a big shout out and thank you to Whispermyname. And to all a happy Friday.

Humpday my ass, I never get humped. Since I am one of unemployed nation, everyday is my weekend. But for the rest of you...... Sweat bands and perms on guys (glad that phase of my life is over).

For the person who argued that Terry Kath was not a really good rock guitarist. Peter Cetera on vocals

Yea, its me again. Puxatony Phail (Punxsutawney Phils cousin). No I am not willingly coming out of my hole after a long winters sleep. Once again I get woke up by being dragged out of my burrow by some friggin’ freak in costume. With a crowd of people that resembled a lynch mob yelling. So the asshole can hold me up by the fur on my neck to predict the weather. I tell you, one of these years I am going unzip the coat. Shock his friggin ass I tell ya. After they hold me up, they read some proclamation. Sounds like it is written by a fourth grader. ‘why that’s not a football’, No it the fat ass of an irate rodent casting his shadow. ME! I saw the friggin Cantore guy hanging around. Maybe we should hold him up by his balls and see him predict if winter continues. Geez’crist, he’s a friggin meteorologist. I’m just a groundhog who hasn’t had his coffee. Then this year they put the Super Bowl on the same day. So I can’t get bitch about this for the whole friggin day. By 3pm, most people are too drunk to care or are throwing up pizza. I am going back to the burrow to get warm. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need a latte. Phail