Nothing beats the sweet, sweet scent of wool in the morning.
Chubby. Simple. Elegant. So Hot Right Now.
Hors d'oeuvres?
Bum rush.
Saff- If we were a basketball team she'd be the MVP.
$15 bucks here, or you can wait to get it at Urban for $32 plus tax. Your call.
Some paid traditionally...
While others dropped the coin- literally. You gotta do what you gotta do.
Things were going fine up until...
The one...
The only...
Hussein in the Membrane showed up-
-and tried to cut Joe's hair!
Normality resumes as PK aka Paul Kiehn aka TFB enters the building. Pardon his lack of judgment in hat selection; I did. This look is much better, Paul.
Those singles somehow remind me of Paul, and a woman named Jesse.
Lunch break- appropriately named so as Joemm sits on Melvins meal, breaking it.
Burger Basket, home of the creepy skin looking tree.
This...
Is really this...
Behold. The golden, brown obelisk that is our almighty. Minutes later, it will explode in our stomachs, spreading the Good News to our lower intestines.
And hey, we even taught Paul how to read! What an awesome day!
