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Tuesday, May 7, 2013

LaLa

The Parsons section of Wilkes-Barre is soooo boring, scootering with the 5-pound Yorkie passes as excitement.




Her name is LaLa, short for Latte. Don't ask me, man. If it were my call to make, I would have named her something like Zombie Enormity. Uh, maybe not with these chickies always lurking all about.

Doesn't matter, though. This so-called "economic recovery" will be the death of us all soon enough.

Later

2 comments:

Don Williams said...

Dude:

Where's LaLa's helmet?

Mark Cour said...

Actually, it's a Jints helmet, but she absolutely hates wearing it. And with her bite radius, I ought not risk it.

I imagine if we had us a horrific scooter wreck, some limp-wristed do-gooder would probably suggest I be imprisoned.