Here's Paddy Mac and his Pop putting together the tricycle I got him for Xmas. While I, apparently, lay out in the back like I'm at a photo shoot. Sexy!
Here I teach Paddy Mac the greatest lesson of all: if you don't say you're #1, who else will? If you suck?
"Get the fuck outta my way!!!"
Ryan installs the 90,000 watt stereo while Paddy Mac contemplates how gay Ryan's sideburns are.
The Wilson Boys...running long, running hard...with Carlton Banks in the middle, catching a glimpse of my investment portfolio's risk-to-return index. "How does he LIVE like that??!! That's time-preference diversification? Jesus!!"
4 comments:
oh my goodness, he's like the kid from the Christmas story! Cute!
enjoy these years. He'll soon be pestering you for a B-B gun.
that last one of the Wilson Boys must be pre-Tuskies late night. All 3 seem in pretty good condition. But you know when they roll in there deep, after happy hour the place gets wild. HIT DA CLUBS!!! i heard last time they didnt leave till 7:54 PM.
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