Too F*ckin' Weird

Apparently I have been going around commanding Mormons to jam grease guns up cows' noses.

Which, as far as my research has been able to discover, looks something like this and this.

I have just *got* to do something about that sleepwalking of mine.

(My favorite part of this post is that I get to use the possessive plural, "cows' noses". How often do you get to do that?! Not nearly often enough, I say!)