Oh, look at you, you magnificent tool. I don’t even know where to start. Are you drunk in this picture? You have to be drunk. Tell me you’re drunk, ’cause I’m having a hard enough time believing that I’m going to turn out like this. Oh, and one question – WHERE THE HELL IS OUR HAIR?? What on God’s earth possessed you to do that … Continue reading Hey, Old Man!
Last week my lovely wife was able to score some free tickets to go see a Nirvana cover band through her work. She could hardly suppress her glee, being a huge fan of Mr. Cobain’s little garage band that could. I was instructed to arrange for babysitting service, provide her one of the many cherished flannel shirts I had held onto since high school, and prepare to “get our … Continue reading Smells Like Middle-Aged Spirit
Oh look at you, you magnificent tool. I don’t even know where to start. I don’t honestly remember if you were drunk or not when this picture was taken, but I’m going to pretend that you were. It’ll make it easier for me to accept that I was ever you, and that I ever let anyone snap a picture of me looking like THAT. … Continue reading Hey, Kid!