Shorty, thank you for the bone.  

Taking a break.  

This is my medicine cabinet. Where are the condoms? Well, I have discovered that hookers are very loyal to a particular brand and as a result, provide their own.  

Judging from the contents of my fridge, I would make a great, recently divorced, single father. 

Tonic, condiments, and a rogue beer.

This is what I found on my computer chair this morning.  

This afternoon, while taking photos of locations for the Jesus movie, I met a woman walking her parrot. No shit. This really happened.  

Jen and Bear.  

Korn and Ladycakes in repose.  

At this point in the evening, Snow felt a sense of relief. He realized "Rosebud" was a sled.
 

Rajun Cajun and his favorite buffalo wing fiend.  

Deep in thought, Carlye wondered if she left the iron on. Meanwhile, Droopy wondered if Carlye owned an iron.

Peanut akimbo.  

Shortly after this picture was taken, Turbo rose up and held up the bowl of gin and proclaimed, "Drink from it, all of you. For this is my blood, the blood of the covenant, shed for many for the forgiveness of sins. I tell you, never again shall I drink from this fruit of the vine until that day when I drink it new with you in the kingdom of my Father." He then said, "just kidding, I ain't sharing with you fucks."
 

Magic hour yielded this tender moment of Turbo drinking gin out of a bowl.
 

Cute as a button. Mean as a Snake. 

Saturday night is for fighting. Sunday is for lounging in a Noah's Arc themed kiddie pool.
 

I agree, it hurts to smile.  

Los Rios