I’m no stranger to horrible things.  I was taught by my old man, a decorated special forces vet,  to shield myself with an aura of jaded detatchment when faced with existential terrors.  It’s a talent which has served me well over the years and has given me an edge when dealing with those who are unable to confront things like Google Earth images of North Korean medical experimentation camps or photos of mutilated World War I soldiers with the same degree of bemused resignation.

So when my wife directed my attention to this recent tabloid advertisement…

…my natural reaction was  AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! EEEEEEEEEWWWWWW! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

…and in conclusion, AAAAAAAGHHHHHHHH! NOOOOOOOO! AAAAAAAH!

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