I'm not ready for my closeup Mr. Deville.
Scout. Or Teddy. Or Scout. I can never remember.
On the left is Cozette. On the right is...another dog.
Does that really say Cafe Colon? Yes, yes it does.
The Bob
WOOHOO! FOOD!
I don't like people that take pictures of me while I'm eating.
Toro! Toro!
Puffy tacos before they became unpuffed.
Sometimes you have to grab a bull by the horns.
It was an inside joke.
Cause they're inside. Get it?
The Bob, in repose.
"Now give my flirty!"
One man smoking while stroking his...pet.
T.V. in Espanol! Dios Mio!
Almost everyone that went to the concert. (Jeff and Amy were a little late because they had to work late).
Does anyone else think Bob's about to do what I think he's about to do?
I'm ready for my closeup Mr. Deville.
This is what happens when you don't look at the viewfinder.
Bob, enjoying the concert.
My head looks flat. Or huge. Like Sputnik.
Yes, that Huey Lewis, and yes, that girl on the right was dancing like a fool all night long.
These girls were also dancing somewhat like fools all night long.
Aim for the powerlines!
"Let's see...that's birdie, birdie, birdie, par, eagle for me, and bogey, bogey, double, triple, par for you."
This is what we call in golf terms a "bad lie."
