Tahquamenon Falls Pictures... And Stuff
Here's pictures as promised. If I don't post them, 
madmatt213 will handcuff me to a radiator and burn me with cigars.
It's the falls, yo. I wish photobucket wouldn't squinch it all up so you can't see my favorite tree. It's the dead one in the middle hanging over the falls.
Look, it's an emo kid! He was going to jump and end it all but was weighed down by wet angst.
The Boy freaked the fuck out and insisted he saw a scorpion in this wet log.
Me: Did it look like a tiny lobster?
Boy: Yeah.
Me: That was a crayfish, dude.
Boy: Oh.
He was then given a head butt and taunted with devil horns and a rousing 80's hair metal cry of 'SCAWP-YAAAAAAWNS!' ala Rudy Schenker.
Rudy Schenker. Ew.
He attempted to taunt me back but was thwarted by the camera. Check out the baby man-brows. Puberty is icky.
Buggy enjoyed jumping in a puddle of her own pee.
OUT, MONKEYBOY! OUT!
And then she pulled an unintentional puss face.
Soon to be followed by The Boy. Again, note the baby man-brows. *sob*
And then we enjoyed booze and fried pickles at a restaurant full of dead stuff.
Like this creepy ass moose.
And this freakin' buffalo. If I owned this place, I'd so rig this buffalo head to drip slime from it's mouth every 15 minutes.
AWWW, YEAH! THAT'S FUCKIN' HOT!
I've given up on trying to take good pictures of myself. They all come out like...
This.
And this.
And this.
Wow. That was 30 pounds ago. At least my hair was cute.
And then a confused Marty Cordova pulled my finger and all was well.
P.S.
SQUEEEEEEEEEE!
madmatt213 will handcuff me to a radiator and burn me with cigars.
It's the falls, yo. I wish photobucket wouldn't squinch it all up so you can't see my favorite tree. It's the dead one in the middle hanging over the falls.
Look, it's an emo kid! He was going to jump and end it all but was weighed down by wet angst.
The Boy freaked the fuck out and insisted he saw a scorpion in this wet log.
Me: Did it look like a tiny lobster?
Boy: Yeah.
Me: That was a crayfish, dude.
Boy: Oh.
He was then given a head butt and taunted with devil horns and a rousing 80's hair metal cry of 'SCAWP-YAAAAAAWNS!' ala Rudy Schenker.
Rudy Schenker. Ew.
He attempted to taunt me back but was thwarted by the camera. Check out the baby man-brows. Puberty is icky.
Buggy enjoyed jumping in a puddle of her own pee.
OUT, MONKEYBOY! OUT!
And then she pulled an unintentional puss face.
Soon to be followed by The Boy. Again, note the baby man-brows. *sob*
And then we enjoyed booze and fried pickles at a restaurant full of dead stuff.
Like this creepy ass moose.
And this freakin' buffalo. If I owned this place, I'd so rig this buffalo head to drip slime from it's mouth every 15 minutes.
AWWW, YEAH! THAT'S FUCKIN' HOT!
I've given up on trying to take good pictures of myself. They all come out like...
This.
And this.
And this.
Wow. That was 30 pounds ago. At least my hair was cute.
And then a confused Marty Cordova pulled my finger and all was well.
P.S.
SQUEEEEEEEEEE!