at first i was thinking i'd give this kid a right proper smack. but then i came to admire his courage. you gotta respect a kid who knows what he wants and isn't afraid to speak up against The Man.
i like his sly look when considering the next present.
the family ran some errands on sunday, and as is the norm, our youngest boy ended up feeling slighted for whatever reason and had a smallish meltdown in the car.
while driving home, i kept turning around to check on him in order to see if the fit had stopped.
when we were almost home, i turned around to this image.
i'm 99.9% certain he has no idea what that gesture means, but the timing couldn't have been more perfect. of course i laughed hysterically, which is why he's smiling in the picture.
i think he's saying, "yes sir, i too enjoy our time together and i appreciate all that you fine parents have done for me in my 3.5 years of being the devil".
for your friday viewing pleasure, it's a salsa dancing pooch. my weekend plans are now locked in. by monday morning, my dog will be doing this. possibly with fruit on his head.
i don't know what this slapnuts is doing or where he intends me to perform this dance, but i would wager that he's the guy that greets you when you check in at the front desk in hell.
however, the rest of this week, i'm going to do double dream hands at least 10 times a day.
not sure how i ended up watching this video, but to paraphrase rangers' manager ron washington, that's the way youtube go.
when i was about 6 or 7, we had this olivia newton john album. i hadn't heard this song in a long time, so it created an odd feeling when i heard it today. i could remember with great clarity listening to this with my older sister in our living room. it brought back memories of that point in time, including my first little league team, the leopards, for some strange reason.
i don't know if it's like that for everyone else, but when i hear or see something that i so closely connect with my childhood, it bums me out a bit. not because i was sad then, but because those times are gone.
oh well.
the whole reason i'm putting it here is for you to appreciate the fucking keyboard player. he is putting in fucking work back there and doesn't care if you know it.
and also, please direct your attention to the assistant manager of the safeway produce department. he's dancing in a short sleeved white button-up with a tie at around the 1:00 mark. see, it's the uniform that gives his profession away. he could also manage a fast food restaurant, work at NASA, or be trying to sell me a bible/witness jehovah with him. his skillful dance moves resemble an epileptic fit and he has hair like 80s comic gallagher.
and lastly, ridiculous 80s vibe or not, i'd do things to olivia newton john's anus that she cannot even conceive.
i started to think up my oh-so-witty comments about this video, but there was so much going on in the clip that my brain short circuited and i passed out and pissed myself.
i'll just say that if i had it to do over again, this band would have played my wedding reception, although i would have had a hard time keeping my hands off of the backup singer on the far left.
this song & dance put me right into a fucking seizure. i'd like to club each of these individuals in the head with a table leg, drag them into my shed, and then set it on fire.
billy was obviously maced right before filming started. dig how his eyes are all tarded.
someone put it in the youtube comments and holy hell if it's not right; molly looks like condoleezza rice.