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Check it out! My balls are blue and black!
I swear to god that if I had a picture like this, I would have it on my resume, and as a letterhead on all of my stationery. That is awesome.
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I swear to god that if I had a picture like this, I would have it on my resume, and as a letterhead on all of my stationery. That is awesome.
Check it out! My balls are blue and black!
And are miss sized. I think you wanna get that looked that.
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And ten years later, any time there's discussion about balls, you can count on McBundy to show up.
No worries, I wasn't implying anything by it, it was a cute photo of the two of you that's all. Besides re-reading it, it sounds more like I was hitting on you anyway.
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Would this be a bad time to tell you that you look a lot like Seth Rogen in that photo?
Perhaps I should consider "Green Hornet" for Halloween next year?
Feel free to photoshop it.
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Would this be a bad time to tell you that you look a lot like Seth Rogen in that photo?
Perhaps I should consider "Green Hornet" for Halloween next year?
Feel free to photoshop it.
Oh....if only my Photoshopping skills were THAT good. I'd gleefully oblige.
And ten years later, any time there's discussion about balls, you can count on McBundy to show up.
I am as constant as the Northern Star.
A new Home Depot cashier:
Congrats on the gig! Now, can you tell me what aisle the air filters are on? I can never find those damn things.
A new Home Depot cashier:
Congrats on the gig! Now, can you tell me what aisle the air filters are on? I can never find those damn things.
I'm still learning my way around. When I find out I'll let you know.
Heritage Field in New York City. On the site where old Yankee Stadium once was.
The three different fields are: Top = baseball; left = softball; bottom = little league. Also the exact footprint of where the old stadium stood is slightly in front of the top field.
The three different fields are: Top = baseball; left = softball; bottom = little league. Also the exact footprint of where the old stadium stood is slightly in front of the top field.
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Phone guy: I can't send a pic of the shark yet, mom. A couple girls are blocking my viewThat guy on the phone is totally checking them out.
Good grief, your reaction to these pics is waaay over the top. My daughter is in perfectly normal, acceptable summer clothing. I've been to Italy in the summer on several occasions so I have some frame of reference: if this is "scantily clad" then we live on two different planets. And by the way, this is not a forum full of strangers at all. Been here almost 10 years and got to know a lot of people over that time; posting pics of my children, etc for most of it. And I'll continue to, thanks, because I'm comfortable doing so.
And other people are comfortable with sharing an impromptu kiss with a stranger because they felt like it, without being told they have been manipulated, abused and violated, and that the kisser should be sucking the business end of a gun, which is exactly what you keep advocating.
The pictures are not the problem: the hypocrisy is.
The pictures are not the problem: the hypocrisy is.
I'm loving the photos of Christmas trees "redecorated" by cats. Our cats have always been pretty good about leaving the tree alone (though I did once find a bauble in the washing machine), but the first Christmas we had our dog was a nightmare. Marley was 6 months old, already over 80 lbs and full of boisterous mischief. He destroyed so many ornaments on the tree that we moved the surviving ones out of his reach, resulting in a, shall we say, top-heavy tree.
If you squint you can see that the angel tree-topper doesn't look too healthy, either. She fell off the tree during one of Marley's ornament attacks and he had some fun with her, too. If memory serves me right she lost a wing and the wreath she was holding had to be glued back on. From that first Christmas on, though, Marley's been brilliant at leaving the tree alone unless an ornament falls on the floor, because then it's fair game.
Here's our oversized ball of drooling love with our younger son last summer.
Our cats have always been pretty good about leaving the tree alone (though I did once find a bauble in the washing machine), but the first Christmas we had our dog was a nightmare. Marley was 6 months old, already over 80 lbs and full of boisterous mischief. He destroyed so many ornaments on the tree that we moved the surviving ones out of his reach, resulting in a, shall we say, top-heavy tree.
If you squint you can see that the angel tree-topper doesn't look too healthy, either. She fell off the tree during one of Marley's ornament attacks and he had some fun with her, too. If memory serves me right she lost a wing and the wreath she was holding had to be glued back on. From that first Christmas on, though, Marley's been brilliant at leaving the tree alone unless an ornament falls on the floor, because then it's fair game.
Here's our oversized ball of drooling love with our younger son last summer.
doubleohfive
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And ten years later, any time there's discussion about balls, you can count on McBundy to show up.
I am as constant as the Northern Star.
"We need breathing room."
doubleohfive
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005: Is it canon?
McBundy: Its a cannon.
005: That's what I said.
TJ: You guys are idiots.
And ten years later, any time there's discussion about balls, you can count on McBundy to show up.
I am as constant as the Northern Star.
"We need breathing room."
Earth. Hitler, 1938
You and the mods both.
005: Is it canon?
McBundy: Its a cannon.
005: That's what I said.
TJ: You guys are idiots.
That was in Santa Monica, wasn't it?
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