Finally I broke down and jacked my dads camera for an hour and took some pictures, I've got about 12 of them but I'm just going to put up my favorites, but none of my collection are full body shots-thank god.
Our happiness here is all vain glory,
This false world is but transitory,
The flesh is weak, the Fiend is slee
Timor mortis conturbat me.
--William Dunbar
I wonder if anyone remembers this strapping young gentleman.
On another note, HAAAIIIII! :I_can_haz_cheezburger_hugs_to_all:
Without sensibility no object would be given to us, without understanding no object would be thought. Thoughts without content are empty, intuitions without concepts are blind.
Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses. — Ann Landers
