Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Today's post is brought to you by the letter P...


It's felt like an eternity of a week, and it's only freakin' Tuesday. My foot hurts (something heavy landing on it will do that to it...) and I miss my high heels; flats are no fun. I've got major omigod-it's-almost-the-playoffs!!!!! baseball jitters. I'm a wee bit swamped at work. A couple Marc Jacobs shirts on Bluefly are beckoning to me, designer devils that they are, and I'm trying like hell to resist them.

Clearly, I need a good laugh. I bet you do, too. And now we can have one, courtesy of the Peeing Tom suspect who's apparently terrorizing a neighborhood somewhere in South Carolina. A Peeing Tom is probably worse than a Peeping Tom, wouldn't you think (since the former is stinkier than the latter)? Granted, it's likely they were actually referring to a Peeping Tom, but that's not quite what they wrote, is it?

Thanks to LadyStyx for spotting this one on FAILblog!

5 comments:

EVula said...

What a Peeing Tom does in the bushes outside your window is far, far better than a Peeping Tom... just sayin'. ;)

THE GRAMMARPHILE said...

LOL! I'll take your word for it! ;)

Bridgete said...

I'm with EVula. I'd much rather find a Peeing Tom in my bushes.

THE GRAMMARPHILE said...

Hmmm...wouldn't a Peeing Tom kill your grass/shrubbery/etc? (I thought when grass, etc got peed on, it turned brown...)

I suppose where I live, I'd prefer a Peeing Tom over a Peeping Tom, too...it's not *my* grass, really, and I wouldn't be terribly sad if my landlords' grass got peed on. ;)

Jon said...

What a relief!