Finger Lickin' Good
Check out what I found today, while on the hunt for a lighter... pretty fantastic!
I was looking for a lighter today in the house because the purple Bic I was using had run out the other day. Since my dad is a heavy cig smoker, I figured that, like with all households with smokers, a lighter had to be hiding out somewhere around here. Smokers always lose track of their lighters, so I was sure I'd hit paydirt sooner or later.
Unfortunately, after much searching, I surprisingly came up empty-handed. One place I looked was in my dad's dresser in his room. This might sound evasive, but I've been goin' in there since I was in my teens, plus he tells me to get shit out of there all the time when he's around.
I didn't find any lighters, but I did find a few books of matches. I went through one, then later came across an awesome one! I was amazed and delighted! Imagine my surprise when my eyes fell upon this beauty:
Look closely! It's a very old skool Kentucky Fried Chicken matchbook! Oh hell yes! Isn't that great? How honky and fabulous!
Here are two shots of the backside of the book. In the first one, there was some major glare; in the second one there's glare, but you can get the idea and grasp the awesomeness that abounds.
Ooh! Here's the inside! Authentic Kentucky Fried Chicken matches! Ya jealous? LoL
And finally, a stand-alone shot... by the way, I didn't even notice that horrificly bizarre stain on my keyboard until I looked at this picture! LOL I still can't see it while looking right now! Bad lighting, everyone.
Here are some other recent photos:
Last week, I was off work for five days in a row, and just completely let myself go natural, if you know what I'm saying... I let my facial hair just grow and grow, and my hair, unwashed, was outrageously wavy (in its natural state).
Kind of grizzly, but... I was just chillin':
This is my "Dan Conner" shot:
Notice me, freshly showered and cleaned up with a bit of shaving! What a difference! When I took the picture, I wasn't aware that Molly would be trying to steal all of your souls through photograph:
*****
Huh? What? What was I just saying?
Here I am before work, doing my best "White Robbie" impression. How'd I do, baby cakes?
*****
Lastly, Molly loves picnics:
AND STEALING YOUR SOUL!
I was looking for a lighter today in the house because the purple Bic I was using had run out the other day. Since my dad is a heavy cig smoker, I figured that, like with all households with smokers, a lighter had to be hiding out somewhere around here. Smokers always lose track of their lighters, so I was sure I'd hit paydirt sooner or later.
Unfortunately, after much searching, I surprisingly came up empty-handed. One place I looked was in my dad's dresser in his room. This might sound evasive, but I've been goin' in there since I was in my teens, plus he tells me to get shit out of there all the time when he's around.
I didn't find any lighters, but I did find a few books of matches. I went through one, then later came across an awesome one! I was amazed and delighted! Imagine my surprise when my eyes fell upon this beauty:
Look closely! It's a very old skool Kentucky Fried Chicken matchbook! Oh hell yes! Isn't that great? How honky and fabulous!
Here are two shots of the backside of the book. In the first one, there was some major glare; in the second one there's glare, but you can get the idea and grasp the awesomeness that abounds.
Ooh! Here's the inside! Authentic Kentucky Fried Chicken matches! Ya jealous? LoL
And finally, a stand-alone shot... by the way, I didn't even notice that horrificly bizarre stain on my keyboard until I looked at this picture! LOL I still can't see it while looking right now! Bad lighting, everyone.
Here are some other recent photos:
Last week, I was off work for five days in a row, and just completely let myself go natural, if you know what I'm saying... I let my facial hair just grow and grow, and my hair, unwashed, was outrageously wavy (in its natural state).
Kind of grizzly, but... I was just chillin':
This is my "Dan Conner" shot:
Notice me, freshly showered and cleaned up with a bit of shaving! What a difference! When I took the picture, I wasn't aware that Molly would be trying to steal all of your souls through photograph:
*****
Huh? What? What was I just saying?
Here I am before work, doing my best "White Robbie" impression. How'd I do, baby cakes?
*****
Lastly, Molly loves picnics:
AND STEALING YOUR SOUL!