Thursday, December 23, 2010
I dare one of you to look me in the eye and tell me these are attractive. They can make a beautiful person ugly. A striking woman revolting. A nice-looking man repulsive. Don't mistake me, I love me a good soldier, and there isn't much that came make them unattractive to me, but, this, this can. Please, someone, please, whoever is making them, stop, for the love.
The plastic 'balls' hanging from the back of a truck; needs to stop. They like have a vein in them about it. Don't.
And finally, the phrase "Cowboy Up". Enough said.
That is all.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
pisses me off inside, so deeply, I cannot even explain. Ruins my day. Driving home tonight, thinking of the nice Christmas Jar story, and I see this. HATE.
Friday, December 17, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
Peter (= pale skin, dark hair, and large nostrils to me) Mitch (80's, child molester, cigarettes) (not necessarily all together) Kip (obviously) Newt (again, obvious) Wolfgang (I'm pissed even typing it) Keith (probably the best of this bunch, but makes me think of 'spittle' in the corners of a mouth) Gaylord (really?) Eugene (classic nerdy, and not in a good way - "Henry" would be in a good way) Bart (first of all, sounds like 'fart', again with maybe some child molestation) Geoff (again, pissed typing it)
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Every year the night before the BYU-UTAH game, Benj and I go trash his dads car/lawn. This year we extended it to his grandpa and friend Ryan too. Fun. (BTW, the flash from me taking these pictures got us caught by gramps, he came shuffling out the door shortly after, so I ran).
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
#2: Fast food restaurant garbages could quite possibly be one of the sickest things on earth. Seriously. Like syphilis/gonorrhea about it. I don't know why but I've yet to see a clean one. Even if it looked clean, it wouldn't deceive me. You can feel/see/smell/sense how freaking sick they are. Don't touch the door flap. Just leave your damn tray on the table and walk out. They have people. People who will clean up the trays. Just go. (I don't know what that girl in the backgroud of the picture means...)
Monday, November 22, 2010
In the car.....
Dinner! They did a turkey in a dutch oven and it was delish!
Yes, that is Dr Pepper in his sippy....