All the P.S.'s To This Post Are Like Five Times Longer Than The Actual Post Itself Because That's How I Do It Around Here (Like Someone Who Has Absolutely No Idea What She's Doing)

Today's "post" is basically just going to be a picture (I AM A BLOGGING GRAND MASTER WAX ON WAX OFF) that's completely in honor of my girl, Steph, who –– as I understand it –– might appreciate herself the occasional Chris beefcake shot, where beefcake equals...HAHA! Good one!! Like I can really type Chris and beefcake in the same sentence while keeping any kind of a straight face and oh hey! I guess sometimes this blog actually IS funny! And yeah, yeah, I know: I cannot believe it either.

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Hey, Um Whaters! Sometimes, blogging is very, very hard. But other times it can be very, very easy, where very, very easy equals OMG LOOKIT THIS CRAP I JUST FOUND ON THE INTERWEBS!!:

Okay. I might have added the caption myself.
(And don't even try to act like this joke wouldn't have occurred to you, too.)

Steph? It's totally been my pleasure.

THE END.

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P.S. By the way: If Steph's here reading this right now, it can only be because she must have somehow managed to take a short break from what she's usually doing online, which is totally killing everyone and everything in sight on Facebook.

Ice, ice, baby!

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P.S.S. I totally stole the picture of Chris, which may or may not have originally been posted on the website of our monthly magazine ("Buffoons Buff Bods of the BBQ") and so of course I realize I should give full credit to the original photographer (blah blah legal disclaimer yadda yadda law offices of Larry H. Parker) except for the fact I have absolutely no idea who the original photographer is, except for the other fact that it's probably safe to assume it's either Annie Liebovitz or Ansel Adams.

P.S.S.S. Extra points for you if you noticed that the guy in the picture with Chris is previously banned Um...What?? family member, MC! And speaking of MC, he just had a birthday last week where he turned 30 35 OH I DON'T KNOW and anyway, I certainly can't be expected to keep track of these things as I have four zero A TONNNN of friends. I do know he's really, really old though. And before he starts whining about how I'm even older, it's totally irrelevant and by totally irrelevant I mean I'M WAY HOTTER. Way.

P.S.S.S.S. Steph is trying to recruit me to join her Mafia Wars family on Facebook, but I'm still undecided at this point as I'm a very nice girl who usually isn't all that interested in killing anyone except maybe The Porcupi...OH NEVER MIND.