Sex Dance

They appear to be constructing a shanty town over at the Howard Johnson.

Here I am savoring my vacation.

This is one of the, many, cats that hang around my apartment pissing off my cats.

Here's another one. Did I mention how mad I am?

This week I plan to barbecue breakfast every day!

And you will get to watch...

I don't know what this catalog is, I don't know why I get it, and it's printed on fancy paper, so, I can't use it to light the barbecue.

This week I am trying out new breakfast recipes. This is the LEO.

I win.

This is where I stabbed myself in the foot with a screwdriver.

When I took my car in to, actually, get the door fixed, they asked me if I wanted the car washed, I said no, since they had washed it the week before. Now, I'm wishing I'd had them wash it and I kind of want them to wash it every week. I wonder how many times I can trick them into washing it by claiming it needs some fraudulent repair done.

Nice boots...

They appear to be building a ski lodge on this corner.

This would make a sweet belt buckle, if the unicorn didn't cost $15.

In all of the excitement; I spilled a beverage on myself.

This is really putting a damper on my vacation.

At the Half Shell; we discussed the correlation between ones dance moves and their sexual prowess.

Or if the moves were less important and it was more a matter of self confidence/not caring what others think.

Then we pointed at people and discussed how they would have sex based on their dancing.

Eventually, I went inside the circle of dance to take pictures.

Does that make me a pervert?

Well this probably does.

Again we will note that nobody (among us) cared much about the music and that we spent most of our time discussing the sexual practices of our neighbors.