That one time when the least stressful part of the day was the drilling of holes in the teeth.
That one time when the least stressful part of the day was the drilling of holes in the teeth.
Exhaustive list of good things about January in Chicago:
Because when your baby girl turns 6 and says she wants bratwurst for her birthday dinner, you haul your ass (and your luminescent forehead) out there in a parka in the January darkness and cook up some goddamn bratwurst.
63 holes of golf in three days of Florida sun makes this face happen.
I’m an emotionally stunted, never-was rock star on my way to a Halloween gig at the Brat Stop in Wisconsin. Gonna melt your face. And all the way there, I’ll be looking for hearts on my picture at tumblr and surfing for my demos on my iPhone, swerving across all four lanes at 85 miles per hour and putting up the \m/ horns as you veer out of my way, right into the median barrier.
Oopsie. No cheese curds for you, flatlander.
{GPOY, Five for} Friday.
photo credit: my aunt Jane
4 hours of the rock at 95° makes a pretty picture.
AND THE ROAD BECOMES MY BRIDE
Did somebody say 80’s hair meme?
I saw some stuff earlier today, but it was mostly from people who were not yet alive in the actual 80’s…
A couple of months ago, while packing to help my parents move out of their home of 40 years, my sister found my childhood teddy bear whom I had named, very creatively, Ted.
My daughter is now playing with him and I hope he survives her love. I thought I’d get this picture for posterity just in case.
They made some creepy-ass toys in the late 60s, didn’t they.
My aunt Jane put some pics up on Facebook recently. This one is entitled “Assless Man Throws Koosh Ball to Excited Boy.”