After rounding the world four times and getting the piercings, but only having three earrings to show for it because he's too picky about what he'll actually put back in his ear, Mark attempted to settle down back in his hometown of Knoxville, Tennessee. This, of course, did not happen because, quite apparently, he has been biologically implanted with a PsychoMagnet™ which makes even the most stable of people batshit crazy.
Mark is currently "hiding" in wildly public places, and making as much noise as possible, while throngs of anonymous nutjobs accuse him of every salacious deed imaginable, such as the unseasonable rainfall of 2011, the murders of several prominent people who are still very much alive, and the 1915 sinking of the Lusitania. Mark is a carnivorous smoker who is Politically agnostic, unable to reproduce, refuses all manners of Internet dating, and generally believes that Murphy was an optimist.
Is it just me, or does this song, The Fox, make Gangnam Style look like it was written by a Nobel Society Genius? It’s like some kind of nightmarishly insane Children’s book come to life with Old MacDonald cosplay, and will certainly make you lose more brain cells than reading Paris Hilton’s Twitter archive. Even Björk looks at these guys says, “You’re f@#$ing weird!”
And since they keep asking the question, I’d just love to tell them, the Fox either barks like the small canine it is, makes up some really horrible news, or says, “Sorry, Ylvis, you’re not my type.”
Raccoons, while undeniably cute, are one of the most destructive and annoying animals that exist throughout the midwest. They show little fear of humans, steal anything shiny that they can find, rummage through anything you’ve left outside, attempt every way in the world to get inside your home or garage and for some reason, most dogs don’t pay them any mind. And despite being little more than thieves, bandits and plunderers, they can still walk up and get on your good side…
