Friday Attic Cleaning
Random assorted pics that didn’t get a fully entry, as I clean out the digital attic on this Friday afternoon:
Brothabag Leon goes for a drive, all by his lonesome self, with only his new facial patterns to comfort him.
Facebook Poet He’s Alwayz Down For Wuteva gets his groove on in Wood Paneling White-Trashdom.
William Scrotespeare’s As You Spike It finds another Lady MacBeth.
The Gator ditches the chicks and finds love.
And then there’s the luckiest dude with a girl next door hott I’ve seen in weeks. I couldn’t even run ‘Bag / Not a ‘Bag on that guy. Instead, I just want to buy him a beer.
Speaking of beer, it’s time to crack open a PBR, toast all of you for joining me on this week’s journey, give props to all who submitted, and sail on into the Friday Evening blood red sunset like a 19th Century pirate vessel on the pixelated digital highway…
