My dad once got me a metallic bookmark that was the same as the dude on your shirt. I forget exactly what his story was...My dad just got it for me because I play the trumpet.
My dad once got me a metallic bookmark that was the same as the dude on your shirt. I forget exactly what his story was...My dad just got it for me because I play the trumpet.
It's a Kokopelli. Riding a unicycle. I got the tshirt at the Austin juggling convention in 2006.
My dad once got me a metallic bookmark that was the same as the dude on your shirt. I forget exactly what his story was...My dad just got it for me because I play the trumpet.
It's a Kokopelli. Riding a unicycle. I got the tshirt at the Austin juggling convention in 2006.
My dad once got me a metallic bookmark that was the same as the dude on your shirt. I forget exactly what his story was...My dad just got it for me because I play the trumpet.
It's a Kokopelli. Riding a unicycle. I got the tshirt at the Austin juggling convention in 2006.
Rightttt...Mine wasn't riding a unicycle, but that's what it was.
Its me, about to teach a twelve year old how real men play a children's card game.
Did you kick his ass? Did he cry? I play Magic, so I was the kid at the tournament of adults, so I never got that euphoria of beating up little kids through cards.
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That's myself and a coworker rocking our Star Trek robes. That's me on the left.
Here's one iteration of the glam me:
Also, wearing the first welding helmet I ever owned, Can't see shit captain, The finished product - a barbecue. Not pictured - bare feet, ratty old jeans that a spark would burn through instantly.
Yes, my apartment has a server rack. I need to put stuff in it, though.
(Also, shitty weatherproofing on the window, and bar behind me)
Nakunaide, Viigachan!
Probably should get that shaggy hair cut. I like it and don't like it at the same time. Strange feeling.