It still stings the eyes…

Lost Joey latches on to passing Golden heeler; is now safe and being rehabilitated.

d i s n e y l i f e

That’s in poor taste, Mr. Kolb…

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy…

love thy homies.

This is not the teat you’re looking for…

Where are my testicles, Summer?

Brothers by the numbers.

1992 was a fine year.

Gus you animal…

Happy little noms.

Do you even purchase?

Forbidden tomāto soup.

Extreme dad reflexes.

jus a lil bit…