60: Back to the Beach
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My friend Steve, from Florida, took the picture on the left, which shows Florida in the
background and me in the foreground with Steve's new car. When it came time to
switch positions for the image on the right, Steve seemed less concerned with posing for
the picture than scolding me for slipping the car into neutral while it was parked on an
Here's one for the ladies. Sadly, the colors are messed up due to
the incapability of normal film to capture my sheer manliness.
See, I'm not kidding! Here are a couple of shots taken after my machismo blew out
the camera. Never underestimate the power of pipe cleaner arms!
When we weren't at the beach, Steve and I watched some movies on video.
Here, Steve rubs in the fact that I'm not a tall man by offering to let me sit on
the phone book for a better view of the TV.
Leave it to satanically possessed cats to always interrupt the very best part of
Steve indulges me as I make him stop the car for a picture of me with
this sign, which I try to convince him is "not just great promotional material, it's
also great, but flawed, haiku!"
Would you believe that we ran into Mel Gibson at the beach? Here, I offer up an
on-the-spot audition in case he's looking for someone new to crucify in a movie.
Clearly, Steve doesn't appreciate the joke.
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