Not your conventional time-out, but no doubt an effective spin on the technique.
Is $11.50 too much to pay for a pound of chocolate balls? Dunno.
This is the last thing you see before you actually enter the twilight zone.
After I snapped this pic, he hopped off that garbage can and asked me if I had an extra cigarette. Sorry, dude, gave 'em up in '93.
Is it against the law to eat a president? Maybe we should call the police.
The aftermath of Reese's Cups for lunch.
Naked plastic chick in a chair with detached arm.
Rogue Voodoo Doughnut Bacon Maple Ale. This is a joke, right? You're shitting me, right?
Quit looking up there like that, ya creepy guy.
How much is that Lyle in the window?
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