Because all my latest pictures have been serious pretty-type stuff, I've decided to give you a look at the real me.
These are the bug goggles
onceupon sent me.
If I'm capable of looking dumber than this, I don't want to know about it.
I'm Lobster Johnson. Beware my claw!
What's the sense in having a cat if you don't torment it?
Tazendra, covered with frogs.
Picture shaky because I was cracking up.
"I have a frog on my head."
Yeah. Well. You didn't have any dignity to begin with. You lick your own butt. Don't talk to me about pride.
This is Cyrus, our three-legged dog.
Normally, he's not this fugly. This is his "excited" face.
Here's a genuinely cute dog. This is Skeeter, Dad's Pomeranian, in a rare moment of semi-repose.
The end.