Shower off the mud
Ordinarily, I would have kept this to a select few family members, but I feel I must clear my name that has been harshly dragged through the tarpits, spat upon, and tickled under the armpits upon these very pages:
That is me, yes ME, in the shirt that looks like a moccasin and the sexy plaid pants that got me girls from Rapid City to Sioux Falls.
You may notice a similar outfit on a similar person spooning with Pedro el gato in the photo below.
I believe that timothy and Mrs. McKnight can find it, put it in a cup, and ingest it through a straw.
That is me, yes ME, in the shirt that looks like a moccasin and the sexy plaid pants that got me girls from Rapid City to Sioux Falls.
You may notice a similar outfit on a similar person spooning with Pedro el gato in the photo below.
I believe that timothy and Mrs. McKnight can find it, put it in a cup, and ingest it through a straw.
posted by Dan at 9:14 PM
2 Comments:
I believe the name needs to be dragged back into the tarpits, as the only thing Mrs. McKnight's other son has proved is that he's obviously so overworked from his classes that he can't see straight:
A cursory examination of the detail of the two photos
evidence1
and
evidence2
clearly shows that they are in fact not the same pair of sexy plaid pants.
Do you suppose the shirt CAME with those cave drawings along the bottom, or were we allowed to get creative on our clothing, due to our scathing lack of Nintendos and Big Wheels?
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