Struttin' their stuff

Just taking a moment to show off my snazzy new animated icon, courtesy of derspatchel (who posted the image originaly) and zannah (who rocked the par-tay and utilized her madd-phat image manipulating skills to make the whole thing bite-size for lj). Thank you! Now...

LOOKIT'EM GO! WOO! GO DONNY! GO JORDAN! IT IS YOUR COLLECTIVE BIRTHDAYS! WOO, WOOOOO! No my friend, *YOU* have got "THe Right Stuff"! STRUT IT! UGH! YEAH! WOO!

Well CRAP!

Not gonna make it tonight. Crystal is all not feeling well and junk, and *I* (ever the one to be over descriptive) ate some bad ham. I followed Chris' advice about spoiled meats... wash it off, cook up a tiny sliver of it, and chew it up. If it doesn't make you retch, then it's okay! Well it didn't make me *retch*, but it DID taste a bit more "tangy" than your average ham. Sort of fermented, if you will. Anyway, that didn't stop me from making an ommlette with nearly a pound of the stuff back on Monday morning, and by Tuesday night I was already feeling the effects of BAD HAM(tm). As it stands right now, my bowels have decided to play the "A&W Rootbeer Factory" game once every 30 minutes or so. Also known as "The Squirt-n-Squats", "The Gurgle-Oops", and "The Scoots".

So now I will have to call Brittany at around 5:30 tonight (she has Starfish till like 5) and tell her why her Uncle Brian doesn't love her any more :(