We couldn't decide if this was a tricked out golf cart, a cut up buggy, or part of the settlement that Ms.Pacman got in the divorce.
Catalina at night. From up here, you could hear conversations of people down below. This lead to a rather unscientific experiment in which we calculated the resident to tourist ratio by counting the number of times the phrase 'fucking tourists' was muttered.
OK, here's how this is gonna work: there's no way i can think of something special for all of these fireworks. but i want to show the pix. so i'm going to put, for each caption, the first thing that pops into my head.
we'll start with
fraggle rock.
Colonel Sanders
Animal (from the Muppets)
Bluto (from Popeye)
A sunflower
Sexy French Maid.
Sexy School Teacher
Garfield.
Cocoon (the movie)
We had to walk up and down a giant hill to get to the condo we were staying at. Tired of the strain on his muscles, Steve would soon curl into a ball, traveling down the cobblestone at a remarkable speed. Unfortunately for him, the hill has a few bends. And a cactus plant at the end.
While we admired the unique design of the 253 sign, we couldn't help but wonder how many children these residents had lured into their den with their 'Ice Cream' sign.
It ate Matt.
