Get it, girl.

Still behind on the posts, I know.

We had a creeper come into my work today. He was talking all sorts of nonsense, and my throat/mouth have been killing me today (I chomped the SHIT out of the back of my tongue, making my tongue, mouth, throat, and ear hurt so much I can't talk very loud, as that requires more use of the tongue), so I had little patience to keep talking to this whack-job, so I turned around and walked away. As I was doing so, he yelled out, "AW, GET IT, GIRL! Rock out to Sublime!" What?!

I don't know, here's some Gary Busey creepin':