A random collection of photos from my last few days, lest you think that I only exist in computer form, much like Kitt from Knight Rider but with an unhealthy addiction to LOLCats and internet book shopping.
I had run into my blogger girl Christa accidentally twice already, and as I was attempting a planned journey to Duluth I thought I'd also attempt a planned run-in with her and our "now privately blogging" girl Banana. We met up at the world-famous RT Quinlan's bar in lovely downtown Duluth and proceeded to submerge ourselves in light beer and stories of days of yore.
Banana showed up cute as a motherfucking bug, tipsy and funny from a family b-day gathering. We all talked, we drank, we gathered the usual bunch of characters and had a blurry, funny, awesome time. I love love love these girls.
Here is a pic I stole from Christa of me & Banana at Quinlan's- note the nudie boobie pic in the background. That has been at Quinlan's as long as I can remember.
When I went to st. Louis to visit Gwennie, our drunken debauchery on my last night there almost caused me to miss my plane home. In my flailing, retarded, "speed-packing" I left a ton of stuff at her house, which she was then forced to either mail to me or give to the hobos. Lucky for me, she chose the wonderful US Postal service to handle my delicates.
Imagine my surprise when I found this little lovely in the mountain of Gwen's shredded bank statements (let me say that it took FOREVER to tape those suckers back together!).
My heart skipped a beat...
Oh, how I missed his smoky, bacony manliness. I'm not sure what adventures we'll be going on as I'm still working on finding out if he's still got that warrant out in Florida, but as soon as I do you can bet we'll be up to no good. And I may or may not have made out with him after washing him thoroughly. Lord knows where that little porker has been, you know.
Oh, and Pooter may or may not have made out with him as well. She's such a whore, that little pussy.
And, because I can't post pictures without at least two pictures of my furry turdlets, here is Pooter on top of the fridge, mocking my smileyface bowl thingy.
And finally- the icing on the cake, the cherry on my sundae, the bedazzler to my acid-washed denim jacket...
...a picture I took walking to work the other day. What is this, you ask? I'll tell you what it is- it's a big, hairy dude passed out in the grass with a big, hairy lady passed out ON TOP OF HIM. I would have taken a closer pic, but I was worried that they'd wake up and go all drunk Sasquatch on my ass. (Just click the pic for a closer view...)
You're very, very welcome.
Happy Tuesday, my liquored-up, porky mugs of Miller Lite. Happy Tuesday.