Have I ever told you that husbandman and I are very mature for our age? When we go to Walmart, we like to pick out clothes that are sophisticated and classy. We take the way we present ourselves in public very seriously.
Apparently you pull the shirt over your head and there's a zombie face on the inside. How do we find stuff like this, you ask? I really... really just don't know.
On a more mature note, this is what happens when you let the roll dough rise for too long.