Countdown to lunchtime...3, 2, 1...
We secretly replaced Sting's morning coffee with rum, let's see if he notices.
God tells the Pope to knock it off.
"OK, let's go...everyone stick together...stay close..."
The waterfall god, at peace.
Someone really wanted to make an impression at this month's Town Hall meeting.
"Would you guys please just go away..."
Tired and greedy
Story time on the veldt.
Razorbacks fan, maybe?
"Hang on, son"
"Wow, that was quite an exploding cigar, guys!"
And so, we reach the end. This'll have to tide you over, as I'll still be in Texas next Friday. Y'all all be good while I'm gone!