Heh.

The lid to the chemicals for my parent's hot tub.

I've got GAS.

What do you get if Gap and Diesel merge? My favorite clothing line, GAS. I can't wait for thier line of cologne to come out.

Mmmm, Hot Corned Beef Cocktails

Though I managed to pass up the opportunity for a steaming meat-filled refreshment, Tommy's Joynt was jumpin' at 1 a.m. on a Wednesday when I took this. Maybe there's something to it. I think a trip to enter and ask for the famous Hot Corned Beef Cocktail is in order.

There is no accounting for them.

We, the Drive family, are the faceless masses.

How to Collapse in Agony.

How to Collapse in Agony. From the U.S. government's disaster preparedness site ready.gov - a great place to go for a good laugh (or a jolt of horror at how poorly our gov seems equipped to deal with disaster).

Hide from your Problems.

A good place to hide when you feel that the wreckage of your life is crashing down around you on a workday.

Dance Dance Immolation strictly prohibited.

No running while on fire during school hours.

How to Walk Out The Door.

I'm going to send this one as a greeting card next time I want to break up with someone.

Apocalypse is a great time for exploring.

No burning down the house.

Despite appearances, this house is NOT the firey pit of suburban hell.

Enter a tiny building.

I shit you not: this picture is on the government's disaster preparedness page informing us what to do if our city is nuked. Nuked. Enter a tiny building. I feel so prepared.

Fairly Square Circle.

Not specimens of Cool.

i just wish I'd known in high school exactly how many people actually live full-time in the land of Cool and how high they were. (Turns out they all have mullits, who knew?) Cool, it turns out, was just a gas stop for me on the road of life (a.k.a. the 49). I didn't fit in there, and I left it way behind.

Down with Heels.

They need one for thongs undies too.