So my lovely bride is in Maine for the next 11 or 12 days, my kitchen sink is busted, and I have to deal with Benny the hyper-agressive lap dog, the diabetic old cat that’s an actual friend of mine, and the schizophrenic kitten who runs away from gentle petting most of the time. Oh, and the chickens and the giant gerbils. And I can’t cook a meal for myself unless I can wash whatever I use in a bathroom sink.
Good times. The puppy is actually the worst of it. He has more energy than I have patience.
So, anyhow, I’m pretty motivated to get my sink back, because I really want to cook food again, or at least be able to wash a cutting board.
Now, pictures you people* will make fun of because you think women with body fat percentages lower than 30 are men.
Sweet bike. Looks heavy, though.
She’s probably too tall.
Woman with a beer and no beer belly. Maybe it’s for someone else.
I hope she’s still going down or on her way up, otherwise this is a shallow squat.
No idea what this is called. Scorpion attack pose?
So many bright colors, it’s like a handful of skittles.
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