…it is now possible for someone to retard-up their feet even more effectively than via the wearing of Crocs…introducing…

Dinos? Velocs? Velococrapters? I don’t know.

I like sending Katie pictures of random drawings from work. Like this gem. compared to the original… I win. I always do.

I don’t think Batman says that…I’m thinking that Great Scott is more of a Doc from Back to the Future thing. Who cares? Not I…regardless, this is one sweet ‘do/display of horrible (or awesome) parenting

Just got a Graty… Pros: half-graty-ed cheese clumps are fun to eat Cons: doesn’t fucking work

How can this guy be so smug? He looks like somebody stuck some shades on a toad and smashed it into a polo.

…just half of the lot…but still…missing out on margaritas with Kate…not very pleased

working late…maybe very late…I’m digging in with a half pack of Spirits and two diet RockStars…have mercy

Kate and I went to all-you-can-eat-crab night at Looies last night…I’m 90% sure I overdid it. Not only from the standpoint of what is and is not socially acceptable to consume in a public setting, but more from the angle that I have gout, and this crap is horrible for my body. So right now, my bloodstream is the site of a strange battle between ibuprofen and acids trying their best to crystalize. My toe is about 5000 degrees, but pain-free thus far. Godspeed, brave ibuprofen. Godspeed.