To understand half of what Janie and I say to one another, you’ll need to watch these old Homestar Runner toons.
Thing in a Bag
The Interview
Marzipan

This weekend I have scheduled some photographic posts involving Janie’s transformer, Peter, while we’re away in the woods.  If we come across a bear with her cubs, do we get loud to frighten it or slowly back away?  Is the grizzly bear the one where you throw rocks and call it a whore to get it to leave you alone or is that a black bear?  …

Janie and I are going on a little camping trip with our friend Carrie and her son Emilio.  I don’t have anything prepared to post, but I’m sure I’ll have plenty of things to talk about when I get back, because there will be drinks, bacon, fire and booze.  Keep this place nice while I’m gone.  No parties.

Caption this photo of 24 year old Angel Pantoja Medina who is pictured leaning against a wall next to his casket. Because he’s dead. His final wish was to stand up at his wake (which lasts three days and is taking place at his mother’s house in Puerto Rico), so he was embalmed in such a way to make his corpse look like he was just chillin’ and shit with is Yankee cap and Dolce and Gabbana shades. Did I mention that he’s dead?
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