It is the day of hump. Wait. That ain’t right. It’s hump day. Amazing how the meaning of a sentence changes when you perform some grammatical nip and tuck. Or, you just have a dirty mind. Additionally amazing how I thought this Tuesday was Wednesday. Being conditioned from 4-day weeks has lasting effects that spill onto the next. Wednesday’s scent was strong. Tuesday probably gets the least amount of love. Monday is the runt of the litter. Wednesday gives promise. Thursday brings the light. Friday is the gateway. Saturday and Sunday are those fun twin siblings that possess the best of both worlds. But Sunday’s major character flaw is when it turns the clock to 4pm. This freedom you possess will eventually cease. Tomorrow is tomorrow.

Nah! I don’t agree with any of that. Every day’s fun where there’s stuff like this out in the world:

And this (TV-MA):