Madeline practices for the blind olympics. Next event: pedestrian slalom.
Mike: Ca..Cap...Capitulate. It means to masturbate furiously with toothpaste. You're welcome.
And this was before the wine.
After several attempts to purchase a large bird for the sole purpose of eating this yellowjacket, I was resigned to the fact that we would be roommates.
Matt ponders fine art, politics, and whether or not his chapstick melted in his back pocket again.
Safely on the ground, the first thing I photographed was another camera. My metapowers are vast!
Madeline's bedroom window.
Her life is a constant game of cat and mouse with BB-gun snipers.
Flying to Portland, I notice water underneath and feel a great sadness that Pete, my rubber ducky, is not with me to share the moment.
Obligatory artsy shot.
The nighttime is the right time for...hallucinogens.
You don't say.
Paka gives us his porn face, makes baby jesus cry.
35 km per hour? Miles per hour? Feet per second? Enquiring minds want to know!
Absolutely no fisting on the bridge.
