My former roommates Frame and Ash
each dig girls on opposite sides of the height spectrum.
Frame's girlfriend Rachel barely qualifies for amusement park
rides, while Ash's (uh hmmmm) "lady friend" Bridgette
intimidates most men with her Manute
Bol-ish height and wingspan.
Rachel and Bridgette.
Ryan runs dangerously close to the vaunted and patented
"Sorority Girl Cheek To Cheek Picture Pose", but
misses Jessica's trap by mere centimeters.
Frame kind of taught the dog Maggie to play dead with his
"lead by example" instructional style. I wish he
would also teach Maggie to put on some pants.
Nic was treated to coke by his mommy and daddy for being
good. They also made him wear a helmet because sugar gets
him all wound up.
My friend Lael serves Chuck's needs. (she hated this picture so I
had to change it.)
Speaking of Chuck, a couple of weeks ago, I came home and he was no
where to be found. After searching occasionally for a couple
of hours, I remembered the trick to locating the cat that can't be
faded. I opened the doors and turned down the music, and
waited for the sounds of a Chuck administered ass whipping.
Sure as shit, within 10 minutes the sounds of pain were heard.
Ash and I fanned out, pin pointed Chuck's location, and saved some
poor pathetic animal additional lessons in pain. Here is
how Chuck looked upon re-entering the civility of my
homestead. Notice chuck shows no bleeding. A testament
to his abilities.