Nothing says Christmas better than picking up Dad in his urn.
The wife. In case you have more than one.
Courtesy of the NRA.
Oh, that's what wives are for.
Finger lickin' Yuletide.
Lung cancer comes with a bow.
Candy for that interracial couple in your neighborhood.
Grandpa is a horse...and a jackass.
Jack and Rochester smoke them. So should you.
Does anybody still wear a white shirt?
Thanks, Honey.
Great present. You have to wait till the Spring thaw to ride it.
Dinner last night: Angel hair pasta with tomatoes and bacon.
Thursday, December 14, 2017
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