Flirt-Fu???
So Roland, it was you who killed my grandmother in the forest?
Well my Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragqueen style is much stronger than yours.
I will avenge my grandmothers death!!
Ready??? Round One…Fight!
With the proper makeup and lighting I know I could make you look absolutely beautiful. You are georgous now and it wouldn’t be hard for me to make you look model-awesome!!
monica, I love your dress!
I just want to add in my vote of adorableness.
You know when you’re doing the makeup could you both be in your underwear?
A pillow fight and some jello might help too.
How YOU doin’?
Yowza!
Ha, I was just going to reply to those same pictures. Maybe Freejooky was right about us…
ronincyberpunk: very nice!
Oh yeah…you’ve seen the close-up bloodied photo of me. It was a metal divider, the kind that you see on American highways. Ya know, like those metal guard rails on the side of the road, except it was two of them in the middle. Anyhow, we had just been leaving the scene of a rather spectacular (but surprisingly injury-free) accident when some car (maybe an Audi) wiped out at about 90 mph and bashed into the median. The jaws of life had to be whipped out and all that.
At any rate, I was just leaving the scene, finally content with a job well done, plenty of material for the Car and Driver story and was heading back to the Audi A8 police car, which was on the other side of the highway. As I climbed atop the divider, one of my cameras swung forward, causing me to lose my balance. Now, I had a big camera bag on my left shoulder, a camera with a wide-angle lens hung around my neck, and another camera with an 80-200 swung across my right shoulder. I wasn’t in a good position to regain my balance. If I swung my arms forward to break my fall, all my gear would have gone flying. So I did what any sensible photographer would do: crash head first into the ground.
However, the camera around my neck decided to “break” my fall and my forehead impacted with the metal lens hood on my wide-angle. I got up, slightly dizzy, cameras intact, greeted by the sight of two concerned Autobahnpolizei, the reporter (Zoltan), and spurts of blood intermittenly shooting out of my skull.
It only required three stitches, but that’s the only three stitches I’ve ever gotten in my life. At any rate, it added to the drama in the story, and it got my picture in a major national publication.
Well helllllllllllo nurses! I’m fine. Did I mention I’m 6’5" too? flexes and winks
I finally scrounged up a couple better pics of me…
This One is just from this past Saturday. I was at a Valentine’s “Pimp ‘n’ Ho” theme party. It was fun. That’s not my real hair, btw…
And this one is of me and a horse friend…guess which one of us weighs more…snort
It’s asking for us to login Amazon Floozy… might have accidentally used the wrong links.
might as well get on the bandwagon…
me, in the hat
Whup. Onesec…It’s my first time using Photobucket so I’m not quite sure how to link to pics…I’ll see if I can fix it…
How tall’re you? You look tiny.
Dude, it was just a really big horse.
Tripler
Really big.
5’3".
Most people looked tiny next to that horse, though. God damn he was huge. 16 hands, at least.
It’s not just the horse, you look small in the first picture too.
And as beautiful as always.
Eh, 5’3" is kinda short, I guess.
And thank you. You are sweet.
Nah, you’re just under my chin. And really, you’re too nice looking to be a floozy (and too married).
I’ve been tutored in the ways of the PhotoBucket.
Proof.
