Fuck you, life.
Seems legit.
Or not. But hey, the damn thing stayed up all night.
Lil’ Ben is definitely getting the award for best dressed.
All in all not a failure by any means. The die-hards accomplished exactly what they set out to. And a rainy lobsterfest just means more for me.
I’ll try not to cry while I eat.
Did Irene kick up enough sea to trigger a little lobster action? This was shot just after a nor’easter last year at about this time. Wouldn’t mind the same action this week:
They say Irene is really going to blow. I think she sucks. I’m ready for that, too.
We move it like Bernie.
Once again people stealin’ moves from white folk.
Cheaper than hamburger right now. I think. At least it feels that way.
Wouldn’t that taste great right now? So simple. Christ, I’ve got a party to throw. Help a brother out.
Who the hell knew about these and didn’t tell me?
