More of the sad parade that is called Life. Take, for instance, this bunch up north. Mom hasn't quite figured how to correctly apply that fake suntan lotion.
Yeah, kid, I hear you. Birthdays suck.
So, Granny, are they real?
Will somebody please call the ASPCA about what this guy is doing to that dog?
Hey, Mom, how about a blink?
I'd give ten bucks to the first person who yells "timber."
"All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth. Oh, yeah, and a new family."
Don't fuck with Grandma.
Dinner last night: Szechwan prawns at Trader Vic's in LA Live.
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Even more disturbing at 2:30 in the morning. Somebody please get me off this planet.
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