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Amber & Justin
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Scary justin, really scary!!
I was good with your full beard, but just the stash..I cannot get onboard with that. It does make you look just like your pops in the 70's. PS: I have been sporting a beard at work since last week and I have been inundated with compliments
you look like a skinny j.holmes
where is your PBR shirt, cut-off jean shorts, hat w/ camaro insignia, and 333 beer??? im very disappointed... now...re-evolve, then de-evolve...quickly!!
I liked the beard better ....You look too "70ies Disco"/ "swarthy blond". Are getting ready to sell used cars?
Looks like a bad case of Scandinavian Lip Fungus to me...
Ladies and Gentlemen,Anchorman Ron Burgandy...!
LOL ! Those guys are to hard on you! Looks great either way! I like the stash !Heck the beard was looking pretty good!Do what you want !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOL
Looking forward to next post!
I could hardly get over you smoking with a beard! But smoking with that moustache ~ yeek gads!
I got a cherry 1985 Lincoln Continental for $3499, low miles, one owner, garage kept, with maroon vinyl interior. This car drives itself and let me tell ya, the ladies turn in their shoes when I cruise by in this jem. Just like Deniro in Raging Bull, I'm tellin ya!
Let me get this straight, when you married my daughter, you were an unemployed surfer dude. Now, years later, your still unemployed, but, taking up facial hair design? You will be back to get your cats, won't you???!
So this is what you've come to...smoking and eating dogs? Never mind the facial hair, that you can shave, but it looks to me like a cry for help! Get home quick!!!Great stuff on the kids. Pix of those cute, happy, active children are a joy. Aside from the karate, and mud-moving, it looks like what I do every day.Love & hugs,Bonnie
by Bonnie McG
m.f. stereolab chicago in the spring and justin needs to keep that mo fo
SONG FOR THE RAINY SEASON
Hidden, oh hiddenin the high fogthe house we live in,beneath the magnetic rock,rain-, rainbow-ridden,where blood-blackbromelias, lichens,owls, and the lintof the waterfalls cling,familiar, unbidden.
In a dim ageof waterthe brook sings loudfrom a rib cageof giant fern; vaporclimbs up the thick growtheffortlessly, turns back,holding them both,house and rock,in a private cloud.
At night, on the roof,blind drops crawland the ordinary brownowl gives us proofhe can count:five times -- always five --he stamps and takes offafter the fat frogs that,shrilling for love,clamber and mount.
House, open houseto the white dewand the milk-white sunrisekind to the eyes,to membershipof silver fish, mouse,bookworms,big moths; with a wallfor the mildew'signorant map;
darkened and tarnishedby the warm touchof the warm breath,maculate, cherished;rejoice! For a laterera will differ.(O difference that killsor intimidates, muchof all our small shadowylife!) Without water
the great rock will stareunmagnetized, bare,no longer wearingrainbows or rain,the forgiving airand the high fog gone;the owls will move onand the severalwaterfalls shrivelin the steady sun.
-- Elizabeth Bishop
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