I’m a bit conflicted with posting this; basically the about-to-get-married 30-year-old in me is like what’s the point, something something exploitation and the 16-year-old in me is like, yup I think I may need to change my pants because it’s business time.
I’m a bit sad there’s no tackling or tickling involved. Isn’t that how all sexy and geeky snowbloitation fights are supposed to end? [via]
