I thought I had found the man of my dreams...

But then I decided I could do better.

And then this happened. Because who wouldn't want to get knocked up by the Brawny Man?

I can't think of anything to say that isn't at least mildly obscene.

Because all bloggers are housewives, didn't you know?

I went to a party where I was expected to put a McDonald's bag on my head. And it's totally a tax write-off.

You'd never guess we weren't in Greece, right?

Whose idea was it to use a wide angle lens? Asshole.

Need. Bigger. Coconuts.

The Jimmy Dead sun got a little fresh with us. I guess it's not surprising when you're peddling sausage.

The venue was awesome. The party sucked. It happens.

Completely random photo opportunity? We're in.

I'd write a witty caption, but I'm distrurbed by Cookie Monster's lack of a nose.

Are we photogenic, or what?

We have no recollection of this picture being taken.

I'd love to stay, but I really mustache.