FUCK SHARK WEEK.

Okay body.  Yes, I know, I need to do this.  But seriously!  I cannot digest/use junk food well.  So stop craving things like this:

and this:

Or this:

Or these:

And most DEFINITELY please stop screaming at me from the uterine area.  It’s NOT MY FAULT you have to do this.  Blame my father.  He’s the one who passed on the X chromosome instead of a Y.  NOT MY FAULT…

The cravings for Tennant, however, those can stay.  Because he is amazing.