Well, at least the phones were getting intimate.
Victor's profile pic for inclusion on the 3 dollar coin he plans to circulate next spring.
Victor thought no one heard it. We all did Victor, we all did.
The neck-snapping & wedgie station.
Having just learned her ABCs, Amy was going wild with the gradients. Up next - text + lens flare = awesome.
The creators of the Tiki Bar podcast. Please have a toast in their honor.....now.
Poor sod. We're too late to save him.
That was close. I could smell his balloon musk yards away.
Oh shit, he's found us. Someone hide me before he shocks me with static electricity or worse, engages me in conversation.
Suddenly paranoid, the guitarist fled the backdrop, arms waving over his head.
Woman: I know the sign says 'Garage', but you can't park that Segway on my foot. Oh, it's you Mr.Woz. I'm so sorry. Please, feel free to run over my foot anytime.
"That's photoshopped. So fake."
He was like this for a long long while.
"iPhone throat-singing tribute songs podcast, take two. Day one."
