evidence.


OK. I wasn’t kidding about The Wife’s knee problem. Or any of the other shit I mentioned. Anyway, if I have the Flickr stuff figured out correctly, you should be able to click on the photo and be magically transformed to a small set of pictures from our trip. And yes, the selection isn’t as extensive as the pix from Groundhog weekend. Remember, the rules are different here…

2 thoughts on “evidence.”

  1. Nice brace, Wife…Your photo indicates that you flashed your goodies to three strangers, and yet, never once at me. What gives?

    Regardless, of any feelings of regret, ennui, elation, or anticipation that I may be feeling, here’s wishing you a speedy recovery to full fighting trim.

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  2. I’m the only one who saw The Wife’s boobies on Mardi Gras, so I had no problem handing over the beads … besides, if she had tried to whip off her turtleneck with that bum knee, she might have fallen over…

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