It’s a good thing googles are on sale today. I’d hate to run into a tree branch while riding off road and not have an internet search engine protecting my eyes.
When they say they’re making dinner, they’re MAKING dinner. Not only is this burger five inches tall but it is mixed with bacon and has an extra layer of cheese melted inside.
I love this guy! What kind of weirdo would bring an electric can opener to the table to open a bottle versus taking the bottle to the counter?
Shifty eyes. That’s all we can say.
Fran and Perry are ready for game time.
The hosts are Patrick and Claudia practicing her Rainman act.
Here’s how it starts: we need batteries for the Wii-mote. Perry makes a mad dash home for batteries and returns with a laser thermometer gun. Are the pits sweaty? Perry is testing.
Next Dr. Perry checks the nostril.
No caption needed but there is talk of a good story about butts and spoons.
It’s all about perspective. Is it possible that Jason is so tall that his head almost touches the ceiling? Is it possible that he is about to be hit by the sniper? Is he of a different ethnic origin? Lastly, is he just plain old hot headed?
The Mad Gab game starts.
The boys are deep in thought. Perry is the coach and Fran is the supervisor.
When you hear the answer, it seems so obvious like SEF A JUST INK. Let’s see: SELF ADJUSTING. Hmm… what is that?
Mr. Fake Handlebar Mustache
Are my eyes open, closed, or am I laughing? Jason is my pillow.
Cain, no Abel. He’s a tall cat for sure.
I suppose we’re getting to the age that our friends aren’t meeting at ‘da club and having game night instead. Whoa. That’s Whoa like Joey on Blossom for all of my old readers who know what I’m talking about.
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