GracelandHarley
Rock n' Roll Doggie Band-aid
Rockin' the sleeveless JT t-shirt look:
Vest... not technically a shirt, of course
WIN. FOREVER.
And he's so vulnerable, out there on that raft in the middle of the water.
I'm not the only one that thinks of tackling him whenever I see this picture, right? Cause then you could do splashy-splashy with him. "Splashy-splashy" being the aquatic equivalent of "Do you want a cup of coffee?" Then you could do swimmy-swimmy and he might do swimmy-swimmy too, in sort of a chase me-chase me kind of way, then catchy-catchy and underwater something-I-can't-post-on-PLEBA.
The only catch is once you get him in the water, he might instead swim like a boy chased by sharky-sharky... And he'll be in Egypt when they find him. And that’s a long way from Ireland. Cause it goes England, Venezuela, Beirut, Africa, Cincinnati, Hanging Gardens of Babylon… It’s near Switzerland.
[This random comment brought to you by Eddie Izzard's Dress To Kill.]
Ah, oui, Burundi! Uhhh, je le connais bien. C'est tout près de Zaïre, eh? Heh! Tout près de Mozambique. Non, Tanzania, Tanzania! Ha ha ha! Oui, j'ai les appris quand j'ai les pox de poulet. Je dois partir maintenant par ce qu ma grand-mère est flambée…
if you don't speak French, by the way, all that was fuckin' funny.
I'm French. Why do you think I have this OUTRAGEOUS accent, you silly king?
I fart in your general direction! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.