Photo randomness

I been writing a lot of...
Well...
Words and shit for the last 6 weeks or so, I am gonna kick out some random images here.

Not gonna keep you long this time.


Do you like fishsticks?
In your mouth?
What are you, a gay fish?




See?!!? I TOLD y'all!!!



Jesus, PLEASE take the wheel!!!



Wow...
That's all I can say.



Anybody that knows me know that I have a soft spot for boobies, and a weakness for pasta (hell, I need to make spaghetti again soon), but mixing the two? I almost ready to die and meet my maker...



... okay, NOW I have apparently died and gone to heaven!
Fuck the "prices" part of this equation, that is a bin of fucking watermelons, and my brown-people sensibilities kick in and I am in a state of nirvana.




I can't imagine what in the hell they were doing making deaf people kiss fists for, but it is obvious that we were traveling in the direction that would allow us to soon find out.



Yes, that says 505°...
At 10:32am on September the damned 12th.
What you don't see is that I positioned the camera (shot this one with the phone) so as to not include the homeless person who apparently THOUGHT I was getting a picture of him, and was looking on smiling and shit.
He spontaneously combusted in the extreme temperature, but I did not take a picture of that because it was disgusting.



Yeah, cool... Let's stop at Church's and get a 2-piece--...
Wait, WHAT?!!? What the fuck are they selling here?

Comments

Kousen Tora said…
Oh man, those were so wrong, they were great!!!
September 14, 2009 at 12:09 AM
Tony Grands said…
Hah!

Thanks for the laughs, sir....

I know you loved that Obama tabloid. You bought it didn't you? I suspect they'll soon be an update of your theory post, although you probably did more research than those jerks did to begin with anyway.
September 14, 2009 at 12:50 PM
Phlip said…
Whatup Grands!

I didn't get it, it is more just a result of the phones I use most often actually having decent cameras when I go into the grocery store down by the house.
September 14, 2009 at 1:22 PM
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