Friday, January 12, 2024

The Early Candidates for Next Year's Christmas Photo

 

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:  Salisbury steak.


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