shit I found in my old trunk. (spare sets of keys and random shit that used to be in my back pocket just in case I got jumped by mad max.) (fucking florida.)

my keychain from highschool (two of two) (man, florida. what the hell.)

my keychain from highschool (one of two) (another angle)

my keychain from highschool (one of two)

One for the road, you say? fuck, lets take that and then another shot to fill up my car keys.

Ever see analogies on Conan O'Brian? The tip of the Empire State building is to 200 lightning strikes every stormy night; as this kid's head in a mall is to every child fucker in a square mile.

Your kid is like heroin wrapped in gold and diamonds to a pederast. you put a giant balloon dick on his head and walked him around a mall. What the hell? why not put pasties on him too, you terrible parent.