A collection of photos that wrap up loose ends from the last week.
I had always suspected that the lady at Spicy Pickle had a thing for me. Now I have proof. Because it is called Spicy Pickle, not Spicy PickleS. So, in an expression of her undying affection, I took a horribly burning dump the next day. Passion is a fire that burns the soul. Via the butt.
Have you guys seen these assholes?
I know the picture sucks, but that’s how it always is with a WANTED poster. Plus, buy me a camera now.
These motherfuckers, these pelicans, these birds have ruined the lake by my house. I saw one using his beak to draw North Side graffitti into the rocks on the south side of the lake. Let’s get rid of these jerks and their beaks, which are WAY to orange, and their stupid neck flaps that remind us of old people that could use a surgery or two.
Okay, has anybody seen this thing or is this just appearing to me? Because I kind of feel like this is the place I would end up if I had died and gone to the afterlife in an indy movie. Also, it’s always closed. I have no idea what the difference could be when it’s open, nor do I suspect that I will ever find out.
I DID receive a package apparently intended for my evil twin, Peter Dark. Peter Dark is not only my evil twin, but also one of my favorite 70’s Blaxploitation characters.
And finally, what do you give a brand new teacher at her graduation party? Well, you give her a card. I give her a diorama, because as far as I can tell, that’s all teachers ever wanted from me in the past.