I know, I know, two posts in one day. You are all so sick of my Twitter and Facebook status updates. You are like, "Why you all up in my grill, LaMarche?" Or, at least, that's what I like to think you're yelling at your computer screen. I can't explain why. I think it's because my most favorite saying ever is "Did I invite you to my barbecue? THEN WHY YOU ALL UP IN MY GRILL?" Ahahahahaha. I'm sorry. I will simmer.
But for real, I'm doing this post mainly because Jeff loves it when I make charts. He thinks they're funny. So this one's for you, baby.
This puts Sunday's post in perspective. It could have been SO much worse, you guys. I could have blogged about Ryan Seacrest pooping while giving birth to a dog in a Santa suit, or Olympic ice skaters miming a cuckold fetish video while falling down and peeing on themselves, or George W. Bush eating an entire tub of cream cheese (actually, that would totally make me like him more).
Also, while I'm on the subject of shame, you should check out Shame Lane. It's a really well-written, interesting, honest and somewhat twisted look at its author's sexuality. It also makes me feel less bad about blogging about pubes. Everyone wins!!