In lieu of my regularly scheduled whinging, I present to you three photos.
The first photo is one that Coffee will giggle about the moment he sees it. It demonstrates the trusting nature of Canadians. What? It’s an important thing? Well, we’ll just ask you to behave, then.
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The second photo is a sign on the dog biscuit bin at the local bulk food store. Good thing the dogs weren’t with me – I was having a hard enough time obeying this one myself. Mmm.. marrowbones!
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And the final one is the piece de resistance. Me, looking REALLY FIERCE with my friend Chuck. Don’t fuck with us, man. Our plan is for me to make “scary” faces until you’re laughing really hard and then he kills you. Good one, huh?
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I just love the look on Chuck’s face. It’s like he can’t believe he’s standing next to ME! He’s like, “Whoah, too bad UFC doesn’t use tag-teams! This bitch is KILLER!”
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You often make me laugh out loud. This time I keep bursting into giggles. Oh, no! A giggle fit!!!
Stop! Make it stop!!!
K hihihihihihihi
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OMG I’m such a blond. It took me about ten minutes to figure out that wasn’t really your friend who posed with you like that. Something about the shadows finally got to bothering me.
If it weren’t for the entertainment value of my ditziness, I’d be a little bit peeved with God.
K
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That has to be one of my all time favorite pictures of you. I’m going to print it out and carry it around with me so that if anyone gives me shit I can whip it out and say that my two friends are going to kick their ass. They will be especially afraid of you, I’m sure. Yeeeeaaaah.
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