Meet the heroically titled "Tucker Max Payne" the cat. This would be the cat of the nice gentlemen named Paul who we helped move yesterday. Lowell's neck found a new friend.
Max had been working just as hard as we had, worked up a thirst.
As soon as we got the TV up and running had to make sure at least one (the only) channel worked. Paul didn't think he had the channel so when his fiance came home to find it, she was worried we opened a door she would never be able to shut. (Meaning he has a new favorite channel.)
I can't tell if someone just moved in or if this is how your refrigerator is supposed to look all the time?________________________________
These are older but still thought I would share. Enjoy.
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I take the same picture every time he comes over. 2 beers does that to a person. You're right, I'm being generous, 1.5.
This is how our fridge, a real fridge looks. (All the time)
Yup. Too lazy to rotate these pictures.
Since my life took the devastating blow of WHATABURGER closing up shop in Orlando, Five Guys has become the new haven for all 3 meals a day.
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i love my family
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