Balls and Walnuts
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Red Rock Canyon, Las Vegas
Not one minute ago . . .
Jake: What are you doing?
Me: Just scanning a couple —
Jake: It looks like you’re photoshopping.
Me: Huh? No, I’m cropping.
Jake: Well, you’d better not be photoshopping those pictures to make yourself look better than me.
Me: You’re so vain / You probably think this blog is about you / You’re so vain / I’ll bet you think this blog is about you, don’t you, don’t you?
Jake: Huh?
Pix below the cut.
Here are a couple of photos from our recent trip to Las Vegas. Jake and I usually make a trip to Red Rock Canyon, which is only fifteen or twenty minutes away from my parents’ house.
This gives you a nice feeling for the park, but Mr. Goodlooking is too blurry. Here’s a closeup:
He’s gonna knock ’em dead, I just know it. As for me . . .
I look fat. But I’m not fat. I pass the pinch test with flying colors! I think I must have remarkably huge intestines.
D.
Waaaaait a minit, dude. I just commented below that Philip Seymour Hoffman is a sex god and now you’re channelling him?
Wait til you see my Hoffman post.
And Jake, well, I could eat him up he’s so cute, but don’t tell him because that probably wouldn’t be cool. And I am all about cool.
Oh yes, Jake is going to be a heartbreaker.
I just finished reading a biography on King Louis the 14th and they found during his autopsy that his stomach was twice the size of a normal man’s and his intestines were twice as long. Apparently he was a pretty prolific eater and his autopsy explained why.
There was an anal fistula involved too, and later this week I’m devoting an entire post to royal anal fistulas.
M
Okay, you two are out of control. First, Philip Seymour Hoffman, now, royal anal fistulae.
I just visited Demented Michelle’s blog a few minutes ago. Soul sisters!
Outta control, Doug? You should be so lucky.
“Remarkably large intestines” — is that another way of saying “able to produce remarkable amounts of sh*&”???? Not that YOU ever do, I’m just askin’ is all 🙂
[…] Back here in the real world, I think this is why I love places like Red Rock Canyon (near Las Vegas) and Vasquez Rocks (in So. Cal.) Both places inspire the same feeling in me: the expectation that just around the corner, I’ll see the rocks of my dreams, and perhaps also the cave. […]