of tin foil hats and cowboys

Over the summer, I cooked up a big fat barbecue at Phineas’ place – he’s got a fabulous deck and I have a tiny crappy one, you see. Thing is, Phin’s not always so well equipped for the cooking, so I had to bring a bunch of stuff. As always, I forgot something. When I called Coz to ask him to bring tin foil, he sounded momentarily confused. Until we explained that I needed to make a hat.

Maybe you had to be there.

Anyway, therewith I present you with the link of the day (I know it’s early, but it’s Saturday. Gimme a break. What, I’m supposed to sit around here all day surfing for things to entertain you?), via Six Different Ways:

Pet Foil Hat Technology. Yessirree, folks, it’s the ultimate in protection for your beloved pet. Act now and get a lock of cat hair, absolutely free.

Oh, and Thursday’s link of the day, which I forgot to post, was Sex Advice From Cowboys. Because, c’mon. Who’s sexier than cowboys?

You’re welcome.