I modified the top one a tad, second one was cropped and culled for size (they’re all way too skinny in the meat department, but the one on the left rocks). Third is pure awesome. Anyone who’s been to Seattle knows that everyone there dances that way.
Rowan Atkinson plays air drums with brilliance.
During the summer of 2013, Fish was called up on stage to play with a skeptical Buddy Guy who was so impressed with her playing on the guitar, he declared with a beaming smile to his audience, “When this kind of shit happens, I’ll play all night!”
Have a great weekend and we’ll roll again tomorrow.
It’s so hot, I saw a dog chasing a cat and they were both walking. It’s so hot, I saw two fire hydrants fighting over a dog. It’s so hot, the potholes in were filling themselves with asphaltic runoff. It’s so hot, kids are carving their initials in train tracks – with bamboo. It’s so hot, my eyeglasses updated my prescription. It’s so hot, the incandescent bulbs feel cool to the touch. It’s so hot, the sidewalks are on strike and demanding more eggs. It’s so hot, I didn’t have to trim my nose hair. It’s so hot, we had to fire up the grill just to cool the patio.
It’s still hot.
Psst. Mr. Creepo-Potato has his eyes on you…
Photo of the second before he pounced. [Found here.]
“nothing. just typing on my printer.”
“thanks. i got it at delia’s.”
Someone’s about to land a nice SuperBowl advert gig and never be heard from again.
[Found in here.]