I don’t even want a sandwich.

love thy homies.

jus a lil bit…

*happy prancing noises*

Extreme dad reflexes.

Do you even purchase?

Happy little noms.

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

Gus you animal…

That’s in poor taste, Mr. Kolb…

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy…

The future of medicine in the year 2525?

1992 was a fine year.

Forbidden tomāto soup.

d i s n e y l i f e

Brothers by the numbers.