Who's afraid of the big, bad wolf's...head?
And, yet, the only thing I can focus on in this snapshot is the tube socks.
You're not pretty enough, so you have to stand over there.
Anybody got a magnet?
Can't read the inscription on the cake? Look a little closer.
Rabbit season? Duck season? No, it's baby season.
Ugly tattoos. Even uglier babies.
Me, too.
Now that's what I call a wedding party.
Lucky her. She got to meet Rick Springfield. And lawyers were later to use this photo when he applied for a restraining order.
At least it's a career path.
Oh, here we go again with that "who's your real father" plotline.
Dinner last night: Leftover ziti and meatballs.
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Why, why, why?
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