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Saturday, March 17, 2012

Meet the Fockers - and their little dog too.

So, in-laws. We. Must. All. Deal. (Respectively -if you want to stay married.)

What happens when they bring their 'mentally challanged' yorkie, that is in chronic state of panic? Definately, in no particular order; yelling, barking, urine, and diarrhea.

His name is Thomas, but he gets called anything booger to Tarzan. I personally call him 'rat bastard'.

I just want to say FUCK. I just want to say that I have rat poison under the cupboard. I just want to say, leave him the fuck home. But, what I really end up saying is 'come to mama'!  What I'm thinking is I'll get you my pretty.
Tarzan

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Fair Photos





What has eight legs and four teeth?  Give up?  A family of four at the Lancaster Fair.  I'm not sure what's more comical, the rides and attractions, or the people that show up to this thing.

I didn't get the best photographs, but...but...but, everyone was moving too fast and not appreciating the fine photographic opportunities.

I kicked my self in ass on the way out for not trying the fried Oreo cookies.  Fried Oreo cookies?