Saturday, February 28, 2009

Friday, February 27, 2009

02.27.09


I find that when someone is explaining a card game, It’s kind of like passing out party or sitting through a history class… except when you come to, no one has written dirty words on your face.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

02.26.09


YOU LIGHT UP MY YURT.
No, mom a yurt isn’t where they slaughter goats… anymore.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

02.25.09


Jack LaLanne (and his juicer) is on crack.
Tomatoes, carrots, celery, beets, parsley, lettuce, watercress and spinach… in a cup? REALLY?!?!

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

02.24.09


Does it look like I’m listening to you?

Adam: It makes Joshalynn anxious when we yell at Bob.
FOP: It’s not our fault he has Self-Imposed Aspergers.
Adam:
To us it's just normal Bob conversation.
FOP: Even the Prince of Brigham yells at him.
Adam: I don’t think he even notices.
FOP: Kind of like Battered Wife Syndrome?
Adam: Uh…
FOP: We verbally abuse him. But we still love him.
Adam: Should we start saying, “Aw Baby, it’ll never happen again?"
FOP: Let’s not go that far.

*Yesterdays pic... if you even remember it. They skylight of a Yurt.

Monday, February 23, 2009

02.23.09


What is it?
You haven't a clue have you?
Maybe I'll let you know tomorrow... maybe I won't.

Friday, February 20, 2009

02.20.09


Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh Eeeeeeeeeeee AHHHHH!

Valhalla, I am coming!

Thursday, February 19, 2009

02.19.09


Remember that time when I didn’t want to sit through another pointless meeting, and I pretended to pass-out and they made me go anyway, and there weren’t even any snacks?

Such a waste of energy… Plus that floor was REALLY dirty… there were fingernails. Ick.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

02.18.09


Do It Yourself:
How to make a 2000 sq. ft. home smell like a funeral parlor.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

02.17.09


Dear FOP,
I would like to request that you bring “Tuesday Boob Day” back.
Cordially,
Adam
__________________

Dear Adam-
Eat your heart out!
FOP

Monday, February 16, 2009

02.16.09


Here He Is! To Rock you Like a Hurricane!
The Chairman of 2027 Hair Band Reunion Tour Planning Committee has been born. Weighing in at 7lbs 7oz, smelling of AquaNet and Mule Deer Musk, festooned with 10 fingers, 10 toes and a skin-tight leather diaper…

Master J.R. Garn

Congratulations Claire & Jared

Friday, February 13, 2009

02.13.09


FOP: Plans for Valentine’s?
V: My hubby taking me to dinner and an overnight get-a-way.
FOP: Nice. Where?
V: Dunno, he said it was fancy surprise!
FOP: Could be the Tree Room and a cozy Cabin at Sundance.
V: Oohhh how romantic.
FOP: Yup. Then again it could be Denny’s and Motel 6.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

02.12.09


Under the bridge, uh downtown…
No, really, stop me if you’ve heard this one.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

02.11.09


WORLD NEWS NOW
Renowned epicurean, Chef Boyardee, and distinguished exhibitionist, Pee-Wee Herman, join forces to create worlds geekiest pasta.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

02.10.09


Gymboree™ WINTER FASHION CLOSEOUT
SAVE BIG on the “When I grow up I want to be a ICE ROAD TRUCKER” clothing line.

Monday, February 09, 2009

02.09.09


I imagine this is what I would look like had the Ladyfox not escaped the polygamist compound… and gave up the beer bong… at least for 9 months.

Friday, February 06, 2009

02.06.09


Tis the weekend kids. You know what to do!

Thursday, February 05, 2009

02.05.09


Nobody puts Helios in a corner.

A little throwback Greek humor for y'all.Badum CHing!

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

02.04.09



AREA MAN!
Area man cites “Wikipedia: The Interweb’s Information Dumpster” in an essay involving “phenomenological tradition”. When asked for comment, he replied, “Hell yeah I did it! Got an A+ on it too. This whole Grad School thing is going to be a no-brainer!”

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

02.03.09


A hole and a pole.

Monday, February 02, 2009

02.02.09


PUNXSUTAWNEY, Pa. - The world's most famous llama found some green shit in between his teeth Monday morning, predicting this already cold-ass winter will last for six more weeks. *

*I KNOW! I KNOW, it’s a family site. Pardon the expletives!