The penis museum, we've gone to
It was one of the things we must do
Reykjavik is quite quirky
The people love fish jerky
Why can't they love their penises, too?
I don't know why I've never written a post about the penis museum in Reykjavik, Iceland before. It was pretty interesting. I'll write a proper post about it with pictures and all one of these days. Probably next week. Or this weekend. We shall see. I know you're dying to hear all about it. ;-)
There once was a unicorn
Who wished that it had no horn
"To be a plain horse
It could not be worse
Than being myself," it mourned.
I wrote tonight's stupid limerick, and then it occured to me that I could've just written one about Friday nights in general. Would've been easier. Oh well. There's always next Friday.
In other news, it's finally weekend!!! Yaaaaayyyy!!!!!
See you on Monday when I'll be posting from the lovely Niagara Falls!
Will Graham in his little cell
Stuck in his personal hell
Framed by one Hannibal
Who is a cannibal
He can no longer stand his smell
I hope that's not too much of a spoiler for those who are behind in their Hannibal-viewing or planning on watching this show at a later time.
I don't know why I keep watching Hannibal when it tends to give me nightmares. I guess I just can't not watch a Bryan Fuller show. I love all the shows he ever created, at least since Wonderfalls. His Pushing Daisies is one of my most favourite TV shows of all time. I was so sad when it got cancelled.