Emily and I will probably be doing some fancy face painting for the neighborhood kids while sipping warm beer, so come out and join us in our little corner of West Philly.
Yo wonder woman so fat her belt size is "Equator" Yo wonder woman so fat she went to the movies and sat next to everyone. Yo wonder woman so fat when you get on top of her your ears pop! Yo wonder woman so fat she goes to a resturant, looks at the menu and says "okay!" Yo wonder woman so fat she fell in love and broke it. Yo wonder woman so fat she sat on a quarter and a booger shot out of george washington's nose. www.fatwonderwoman.blogspot.com
The problem with the homeless is that I can't stop painting them. There's just something about their weathered faced, the way their tired eyes seem to stare into that middle distance. I know it's kinda messed up, but whatever. It's not like anybody is paying me for this, so I can do what I want.
I worry about the germs in the holes of bowling balls. Nobody cleans those holes. there are years of impacted pizza fingers in there. Taco fingers. Chicken fingers. I'm amazed those balls still have holes.