GPOYW His and Hrrr’s Art Wall Edition
My good/cute friend Heather came over and helped me hang some art. Then she snapped this photo of me.
Here’s a photo from when Jon and I went to Griffith Park last week to catch magic hour and to catch up.
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I can’t remember if I’m flexing or saying, “I’m going to punch you with my left fist if you ever post this.” Jen, be warned.
GPOYW Dying Your Beard Edition
Turns out Touch of Grey doesn’t mean your beard will turn grey. Instead you’ll just look like you took off your shirt and devoured a blueberry pie.
Me: Hey, when we were living on Bouquet St., did you ever think we’d be vacationing at a multi-million dollar mansion with four beautiful women making us dinner?
Bill: Nope.
Me: We sure have come a long way.











