If you click the link I'm about to put here, you can't sue me for the psychological or emotional trauma you will undoubtedly suffer.
OK, here we go.
This is just plain wrong.
Christ on a bike, my poor retinas. I'm minded to gauge my eyes out with the spoon I keep handy for just such purposes.
And the comment underneath:
"I feel so naughty dressed up with my whip in my hand. I immediately felt so in
isn't exactly helping, either.
That's going to replace the giant one-eyed Sanskrit-speaking squirrel in all of my nightmares from now on.