Wednesday, August 28, 2013
my scrotum. Maybe my hand, as I try to put the HTC back in my pocket because the traffic light changed while I was trying to get a photo.
The t-shirt I was wearing on the commute, today. It was a gift. I assume this is a band I've never heard of, but I dunno. Like the bowlers.
Tennessee must have a thousand specialty plates. Seriously.
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