Dear WordPress gods,
Writing about not being freshly pressed usually results in being freshly pressed. It would be a great tragedy if Fear No Weebles‘ first Freshly Pressed post would be one written by the magnificent Le Clown. So without further ado:
Now that we’ve established that this post will not be Freshly Pressed… Wait. Le Clown feels like a dick. Let’s give this post a chance, and balance things out…
Le Clown could go on about why Madame Weebles has not yet been Freshly Pressed – she talks to dead people, she crushes on dead people, she writes about boobies - but what’s the fun in that when he can photoshop a vagina in the Grand Canyon? The Grand Canyon is such a picturesque Kodak moment which, you’ll agree, belongs on the bestest of Freshly Pressed travel blogs, while a vagina is such an evil black hole of slutty cancer aids. Two slits, only one is filthy, and it’s not the one that’s been around for 17 million years, covered in dirt.
Oh mighty WordPress gods on high, please accept this post as a sacrifice so that you may one day make she of the Weebles a woman thou shalt Press Freshly in your divine wisdom and grace.