This is what we do when we're bored.....on a Thursday.
I was in the kitchen when the boy walked around the corner lookin' like this.....my cute little cuban....
Then this.....the undercover cop trying to not look like an undercover cop...
The girl....wow. I don't even know what to say about this. What the hell is up with the eyebrows and the mole...and the mexican dress...and the patent shoes? Oh lord....what have I created?
I was in the kitchen when the boy walked around the corner lookin' like this.....my cute little cuban....
Then this.....the undercover cop trying to not look like an undercover cop...
The girl....wow. I don't even know what to say about this. What the hell is up with the eyebrows and the mole...and the mexican dress...and the patent shoes? Oh lord....what have I created?
I wanted to write something fantastically funny about mustaches being great flavor savors or the great powers wielded by men that have mustaches or the time that the girl was staring at me and she finally said "Mom, do you have a mustache?!?!", but I'm not in the mood to be so funny.
My head hurts.
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