Sent to you by 'Nette via Google Reader:
I’m still mildly obsessed with Charlie’s tongue. This is beginning to be a problem, as I have a great deal of work to do around here.
I’ve got to cook a lot of food this week, I’ve got to start preparing my garden for planting at the end of this month, I’ve got to scoop up ninety-four piles of malodorous horse manure from my front yard, and I’ve got to wash caked mud from approximately eighteen pairs of jeans ranging in size from 3T to 33 x 36. The last thing I need is this tongue.
Please send some form of help immediately. Psychiatric might be the way to go.