The Year in Xmastime: November

Dudes Day

Welcome to Dudes Day, motherscratchers! Watty, Husky & Xmastime. No chicks - or, as Husky says, "no bitches!" #evenourwaiterwasadude,ugh

Three orders of a dozen wings? Don't mind if we do. Husky declared he'd eat 20 all by himself, and damned if he didn't come close by eating less than half of one. #weareunstoppable

Chicken tenders and mozzarella sticks? Goddam right, that's how we do it in Glover Park, ie The Gangstah GP. #ithinktheoneblackdudetherewasCarltonBanks

Here's classy man-about-town Smithy McSmitherson enjoying a spirited libation.

After all, with all the effort that goes into growing a comical mustache, a fella deserves a drink. #helloladies

A Dudes Day rite of passage: we told Husky how babies are made.

Here comes the upchucking. Not on the 'stache, Husky, not on the 'stache!!!!!

Here it is dawning on him heeeeeeeeey, so THAT'S what Mom and Dad do when they disappear for those 45 seconds every third Tuesday night of every other month.

Shooting stick. Cause that's what dudes do. Here I am putting on a clinic. This is how the kid learns.

Here's Husky calling his shot. The onions on this kid! Love it!

 Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand that's a whiff. What an idiot.