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Random visual updates.

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: I rake my own leaves. And cut my own bangs.

: Best. Family. Portrait. Ever.

: This is how it’s done.

: I pretty much live in a pillow fort.

: Rakin’ it in.

: Cats. They are the foundation of the internets.

: In my belly: cake. In Monka’s belly: George. And cake.

: In yo face.

: This is my friend, Duke. He will cut you up.

: Holy crap.

: I throw the kind of parties that require safety goggles.

: Mom’s picking blueberries. I’m picking flowers. Dad’s picking his nose.

: Mighty sheens.

: Cannonball!

: Come at me, bro. Come at me.

Water you looking at?

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: What’s our plan? We gotta have a plan. How can you say there’s no plan?

: Lotsa pipes up in here.

: Is he still back there? Cuz if he doesn’t stop staring he’s gonna get some knuckles in sandwich form.

: Makin’ it rain.

: Chicks dig a daredevil.

: Wait, people do what in this water? I’ve already ingested about a gallon.

Snow + Girls.

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H. E. Double hockey sticks Yes.

Greatest Hits Vol. 2

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: Lobstering

: This big. It was this big.

: Not totally sure about this polygamous ceremony.

: A quick swim in my favorite mud puddle.

: A tube of some sort.

: Hmmmm…..

: Thinkin’ about ditching Dad on this ride.

: Dirt is better with water in it.

: Hat + Backdrop = Monkey cheddar.

: Fill my noodle port with noodles.

: What.

: This rock needs to be moved.

: Mars aint the kind of place to raise your kids….

: Me and my new wives.

: They bathe me in leaves.

It was three years ago tonight that a couple of slack-jawed strangers plucked me, sight unseen, out of a foster home in suburban Philadelphia. I’m far too young to understand the gravity of that. Someday though.

Punkins.

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: What’s this? Jus’ kiddin’. I’ve stolen like 84 tractors. I know what they are.

: Come at me, bro. Come at me.

: Nice horsey.

: Hitting the “O” in “E-I-E-I-O.”

: Four on the floor.

: Best haircut I’ll never get again.

Canada Tree Planting Day

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: I don’t mind the glasses, it’s the concept of safety that I take issue with.

: Making freshly squeezed spruce juice.

: This one.

: For the ninth time – roots on the bottom. The bottom.

: Gently pat the maple sapling, then come back in 20 years and drain it for all it’s worth.

: Why are we saving the Canada planet and not the America one?

: Ever heard the expression “in the weeds?”

: In Quebec, we say “fromage” to the camera.

: Bon jour. I like your helmet.

Take a hike.

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: And with the power of the mind, I turned scat into chocolate.

: What. In the. World…

: This shall pierce the heart of a bear and/or werewolf quite nicely.

: Am I smiling or farting?

: Sod bless America.

: Here Dad, have some “chocolate.”

!Feliz Cumpleaños!

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: Horns will indeed be hooked.

: Stickers will indeed be stuck.

: I’m happy, not mad. This is how I smile.

: My name spelled backwards is “mail.” I just realized this.

: Always surrounded by the ladies.

: I heard that, Dad.

Run for your life.

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Killa killa bee on the loose.

The Maine event.

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: I shall slay any and all aquatic life.

: All of this sand needs to be moved.

: These are my best clammin’ socks.

: Cwabs in d’ocean.

: Been workin’ on this beach bod for minutes.

: The total package.

: Holiday or not, I still gotta check my stocks.

: Do my legs seem abnormally hairy?

: Best way to catch clams is with a fishing pole. Duh.

: A profile that looks chiseled. From marshmallow.

: Come at me bro, Come at me.

: You can run, sun, but you can’t hide.

Truck Day 2013

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: Let the grand theft auto begin.

: No. Way.

: Aggregate will be moved.

: What the heck?

: Biggest wedgie machine I’ve ever seen.

: I got a bologna sammich and nine juice boxes. Let’s go to Mexico.

: Beep. Beep. Beep.

: Fresh ink.

: Come at me, bro. Come at me.

The need for relative speed.

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: The open road. Wind in my jowels.

: The sign says “SLOW.” The sign lies.

: Check out my skull. The head badge is nice, too.

: I go faster when I make motorbike sounds.

: Lean in to the turn, accelerate out.

: See ya.

The helmet protects me while endangering others.

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: I bet the neighbors would love a snail in their mailbox.

: Such a beautiful, delicate flower. I will destroy you.

: I can count to dirt.

: Call of the wild.

: Cargo pants . Good for carrying cargo.

: The dreaded nip slip. Embarrassing.

Blog Archives

Random visual updates.

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Water you looking at?

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Snow + Girls.

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One from the Archives.

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Greatest Hits Vol. 2

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November 12.

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Punkins.

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Canada Tree Planting Day

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Take a hike.

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!Feliz Cumpleaños!

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Run for your life.

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The Maine event.

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Truck Day 2013

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The need for relative speed.

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The helmet protects me while endangering others.

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