Who's That Thinkin' Scary Thoughts

Do you ever get a song lyric stuck in your head? Uh huh. I thought so. I keep hearing part of Janet Jackson's Nasty Boys. And not for the reason you might imagine. Nope. It has nothing to do with Hick. Wait! That's not what you were assuming? Heh, heh. Sure you weren't.

Anyhoo...The Pony was texting me Tuesday afternoon, concerning our upcoming visit. We were chatting about the forecast, and all at once, a picture popped up:

SHEESH! I could have used a little warning. The Pony apparently managed to scare himself.

"I do not recall putting this guy here and he just scared the crap out of me!"

"He also just frightened my own crap!"

"YOU got him for me!"

"I know. But not to set on a shelf in plain sight. To squeeze the bejeebers out of! Like a stress ball."

Not sure what kind of interior decorating The Pony has been doing with his college apartment. Don't judge him for the SECRETHITLER box under Squeezy Bob. That's a secret identity card game. Not as politically incorrect as Cards Against Humanity, which is more suited to ruthless hipster college kids. Genius used to play it all the time.

Anyhoo...when I look at that picture, my mind starts singing...

Who's that peepin' from the shelf? 
SQUEEZY BOB!
Who's that oozin' spooky vibes?
SQUEEZY BOB!