In all this confusion, I’m filled with eggnog and tryptophan and discovered that The Boy had never seen Dirty Harry, so we’re doing that instead of me writing a post.
Back with the usual shenanigans on Monday. In the meantime? If you feel lucky, enjoy:
I imagine her preferred mints have been used by many men?
Sometimes the party never ends!
Bangs!
Grape shot – underrated.
And was proud of it.
Don’t ask him about Chick-fil-a.
Goes without saying.
Sometimes people can’t figure out any other way than what is.
Never anger botanists.
It’s Eight-A-Bong now!
Oh, those wily Russians. This really moved the election.
Well, at least someone finally (sorta) locked her up.
Merry Thanksgiving!