Happy Weirdo Wednesday! Yes, this week I remembered.

But as it turns out, there is more than one weirdo living in my house.

And believe it or not, I’m not talking about Tom.

Nope. I’m talking about Margaret Thatcher.

Lately, Margaret Thatcher has been flipping his igloo house over. Sometimes he sleeps in it like that, sometimes he doesn’t.

What a ridiculous animal.

Just like I predicted, I totally forgot about Weirdo Wednesdays. My bad.

Cat tails make excellent mustaches.

Cat tails make excellent mustaches part 2.

This ad came up on Facebook today…

Eerie how well it knows me…

No comment.

No comment part 2.

Rob the jewelry store, tell em “make me a grill.”

I originally called this Wordless Wednesday because I realized I talk to much and that you might instead enjoy some really disturbing photos. As it turns out, it’s impossible for me not to talk and I’m so weird that Weirdo Wednesday turned out so much better. This will probably be one of those “series” that I start and never repeat.

Can you believe I found that thing in an alley and decided to stick my head through it?

Normal bar behavior…

Apparently I’m too obese to button my skirt?

Bras are overrated?

The perfect prom dress 3 years too late.

Bras are overrated part 2. As is patron from the looks of it.

Now walk it by yourself. Notice the vladimir vodka on my desk. Normal. Outfit is also normal.