Who Has Two Thumbs and Loves Animal T-Shirts?

This girl. For some reason this morning while looking at a list of business-related things and a spreadsheet of business-related numbers, I started to think about animal t-shirts. Why? Why not. So, after a brief google image search, I present to you my 7 favorite animal t-shirts that can be found on the internet (through a brief google image search). I never claimed to be a writer.

Aaaanndd, Here. We. Go.

The last one is clearly my favorite because 1. there are two sides to the shirt, and 2. you can see the cat's assholes.

There are a lot of online retailers that sell these, so keep them in mind for Christmas and Kwanzaa.

Hey Rissa!

Hey, Rissa. Welcome to my blogspace. Do you like my format? It's very dramatic.

Look! I found your boyfriend over on Best Week Ever's blog!

Sorry reader, we'll get back to blogging about truck nuts and Paris Hilton now.

The Internet Has Welcomed Me to Its Folds - It Smells Like Catfood

Hello reader! I see you. Put down that Totinos pizza roll.

As you obviously know, my sister Randi is the most famous blogger in West Blogsborough. Her shining blog estate resides just north of New York Times op-ed archives and just to the east of Muff Dive Amateurs Live. And, as a famous-yet-humble celeblogrity, she has welcomed me into the French doors of her blogtation and offered me a small tumbler of the heady yet floral Chance At Internet Fame.

So to you, reader-guy, let me introduce myself. I am Rissa, the Mercury to Randi’s Sailor Moon, or at least the one that had the lame weapon and really long hair. Didn’t one own a cat? I digress. I will blog about largely similar topics to Randi, yet our entries will differ in the following ways:
-improved use of “motherfucker”
-more semicolons; I use them a lot
-references to the hemorrhoid of a town, Las Cruces, New Mexico
-I didn’t like The Dark Knight

So check back to Blog Your Mind often, because this is probably the last post I’ll ever write, and you’ll spend the rest of your visits to the site wondering why that bitch ever posted in the first place. In the meantime, have a hamster:

Most Flattering Picture - UPDATE

Way back, about six posts ago, I had shared what I believed to be my most flattering picture ever. NEVER MIND. I forgot about one.


So yeah, you're welcome, Internet.

No, Paris Hilton, Just...No

Here's a clip from Repo! The Genetic Opera in which Paris Hilton plays some part and sings. She's wearing a black wig. You'll be able to tell it's her because she's terrible.

(cue typewriter music)

Dear Paris Hilton,

Please stop singing and trying to act in movies. We’ll pass.

Hugs & Kisses,
The World

Who am I kidding? I'm probably going to see this (*whispered*) because it's a musical.

RAVOTD: Craig vs.Wild

I'm trying to maintain a good blog/life balance but today there is much to discuss.

So, speaking of Things I'm Addicted To, a past Thing I Used To Be Addicted To was survival shows, especially Man vs. Wild on The Discovery Channel. Hello, Bear Grylls. I found this video on one of my favorite blogs and immediately wanted to share with my reader.

It's Too Early In The Morning For Truck Nuts

Ah, truck nuts.

You’ve probably seen them dangling ever so subtly from the back of a giant truck (may also be accompanied by a confederate flag decal). They seem to have been discussed and lamented by many a soccer mom all over the webernets. As one person so precisely stated while discussing them on their blog, “truck nuts are the reason the terrorists hate us”. I agree. Truck nuts are a societal FAIL. The other day whilst driving to work and drinking my Cinnamon Vanilla Coffeemate-laden coffee, I saw a shiny maroon pair of truck nuts swaying back and forth on the giant truck in front of me at a stop light. It was too early in the morning for truck nuts.

After truck nuts came up in a discussion during dinner recently, I decided to google them. Guess what I found? It seems many truck nuts owners are similar!?! Who would have known. Below are my four favorite “original” truck nuts poses. Hey laaaadies! My guess is that these guys are probably available. If I wasn't already married, I would call dibs on the last one.

Stay classy, gentlemen.