I’m not one to judge. Really, have I ever said anything remotely rude or critical on this blog that I semi forgot about? Wait, no, don’t answer that. The point is, I needed to post these pictures of Verne Troyer dressed up as a bear and eating honey on Celebrity Big Brother. Not so I could make fun of them because then someone would get all offended and tell my mom that I’m mocking little people and she’d be all “ugh, Livvy, must you be so crass?” And I’d say “LISTEN, you don’t know me!” and run off into my bed before the puppy could pee on it. What can I say, the puppy and I share a name for a reason. The point is, these pictures make me feel really weird. Especially in light of the fact that there have been recent stories about Verne Troyer’s sex life which made me want to die. Not because he’s a midget but because they were really awkward and gross and too graphic to be reading in the newspaper. And now with these pictures, I obviously can only ever imagine him having sex dressed as a bear. “Then just stop thinking of Verne Troyer having sex,” one might say. Oh, that I could. Oh, that I could.

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