On behalf of the week from hell, which ain't over yet, I submit the latest icon. This week can kiss my big white butt. Brought to you by the letters "F" and "O".
Mama has a brand new molar. Well, half of it's brand new. Better. Stronger. Faster. Right now I'm going to take some Advil, floss my Six Million Dollar tooth, and go to bed. Oye.