Me with Harambe a few weeks before he passed. I Photoshopped in the flag and shit later.
The Pope said he liked my teeshirt. The backs says Tuck Frump and has Jesus shooting the bird.
Me with this new gangsta rap group I am promoting. The also do old-school soul and blues.Teaching my cow to swim behind the boat. The dolphin did a well-timed photo bomb.Me at work. I told them not to take my stapler.Ever had it so good that you had to bite a tree? Who says romance is dead?With my blind date at the Oscars. Her name was Angie or something like that. Supposedly she is some celebrity (according to her).Why waste time with museums and art galleries and crap like that when you could tour a meat packing plant? Am I right or am I right?Me with the guys back in Nam. My autobiographical war novel “This Screaming Hell of Pointless Agony Tortures My Soul Forever” is being adapted as an illustrated children’s book complete with pop ups and scratch-and-sniff pages.Watching the Worst Parade Ever. Not one marching band or float or homecoming queen or anything like that. Just a bunch of people screaming and throwing things.
