Lord I can't escape, I guess I'm here to stay.

Bummer.

Do you remember how, when, Hurricane Katrina made landfall, those crazy Columbia Christians for Life said that it looked like a six-week-old fetus? I'd say that this one looks more like a typical "spilled beer" pattern. Maybe this is God's way of punishing me for drinking on a Sunday.

( And now, an image I can REALLY get behind. )

Anyone care to Rorschach that one?