Baby Pandas have destroyed my macho.
Tuesday, January 30th, 2007Normally I try to be a manly man, y’know? Hair on the chest, chopping my own firewood, sometimes chopping my own firewood using the hair on my chest, a voice that makes Tom Waits sound like a Welsh schoolgirl.
But then there are baby pandas and I find myself squealing like a three-year-old. I mean, HOLY GOD CUTE. I feel emasculated yet somehow… whole.