03.30.07

Sometimes I sit here and I think to myself, “Why does it smell like a urine-soaked mattress?”

03.29.07

Okay I’m gonna need y’all to get in straight line and wait patiently ‘til I come ‘round and pound your head in with this hammer. All righty then, let’s get started.

03.28.07

Constructed during the Beer Bong Revolution (c.1985-1999), this extravagant piece of architecture became the birthplace of the Flowmaster 3000, a radical innovation in ADS (alcohol delivery systems) technology.

03.27.07

Um, is it just me, or does this water smells like cholera?

03.26.07

4OP presents the first in a series of photos entitled:
“What the hell is it? NO, I ain’t touchin’ it, YOU touch it. Oh man I can’t believe you actually touched it!!! There’s no way I’m giving you a ride home.”

03.23.07

That’s a wrap: Awesome Show, Great Job!
Lets meet up next week for some more thought provoking imagery.
Ummmkay, Bub-bye now!

03.22.07

Silver & Ladyfox have found that looking at people through the stem of their Boozeware™ is more fun than paying the VISA bill.

Boozeware™ is a registered trademark of Four O'Clock Photo Inc. All rights reserved.

03.21.07

In her dissertation entitled “Hitchhiker v. Hobo: Can’t we all just get a long?” Dr. Von Kippen ultimately concludes the difference between a “hitchhiker” and a “hobo” can be reduced to two equally important yet opposing components.

03.20.07

Eb-dee eb-dee eb-dee ebdee.
That's all... SPOKES!

Ugh, sorry.

03.19.07

On a more serious note, a sighting of such a rare species especially outside of captivity is extremely rare.
I consider myself to be truly blessed.

03.16.07

“Let's see, there's marshmallow hearts, moons, stars, clovers, horseshoes, pots of gold, rainbows and red balloons, all magically fortified with 12 vitamins and minera… Whaaa? NO, you can’t get leprosy if you touch my beard!”

03.15.07

Me: Hey dad! What’s for dinner?
Silverfox: Beans.
Me: It's good to be home.
SF: Get your own spoon.

03.14.07

Nip it in the bud?
Ummmmm, I'm pretty sure that's against the law...except for maybe in Colorado City... and Arkansas.

*Totally worth the wait huh?
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SURPLISE! NO PICTURE!!! TOOT TOOT!
Um, well Big Brother Blogger is having issues posting pictures today, which makes keeping a PhotoBlog somewhat complicated. So just hold tight, while we here at FOP Headquarters go beat the poop out of whoever's in charge. We'll try and get you another lame photo, tomorrow! You can look at last years picture on the same date here . Oddly enough it appears they were having the same problem last year.... Hmmmm

03.13.07

You know when you sit on your phone and end up leaving someone a long voicemail of your butt rustling against the seat? Well this is kind of like that, except it was a camera instead of a phone... and there's no rustling.

Okay, fine, I'm really not sure what it is, but I’ll bet it smells like Indian food.

03.12.07

Berries, yes.

Dingleberries... preposterous!!!

03.09.07

Kaleel!!! You are so moronic. If we all “spring forward” at the same time, it doesn’t mean we will travel at Warp Speed. Achieving faster-than-light propulsion requires the annihilation of matter and antimatter and then harnessing the power of the resulting explosion. Furthermore, even if FTL potential existed, do you realize the havoc time dilation would reek on people generated prior to StarDate -316184.01?

03.08.07

I dropped my keys...

there...

behind those clouds.

Poooop.

03.07.07

Dude, I told you not to ask for a nicer office, now all your spreadsheets are going to smell like ass.

03.06.07

I think a nice thing to give your mom on her birthday would be a burnt-out tin box, a giant wooden spool and a bag of wood chips, because really, who doesn't like a cool surprise on their birthday?

03.05.07

It was only when the other misfit toys gave Cheech the stink-eye, did he realize the collagen lip injections might have been a bad idea.

03.02.07

A Deluxe Apartment... and a sky.
Ba dum Ching!

03.01.07

I find the best way to relax is to lay in a hammock strung between ginourmous palm trees on a beautiful beach and listen to the water lap gently against the shoreline, while a salty breeze tousles your hair and a cabana boy rubs your feet and feeds you Lortab with gold chopsticks.