Target.
So. Here's the thing. We were craving subway very much. Yay. So we went to Mall 205 and were gonna go to Pioneer Square from there. Sadly we didn't have enough bus fair. So we took some pictures of our sexy bodies at Target. Yay!
I like barbies!
This is one hot mother fucker.
I went vrooom.
The next Tiger Woods. The thing is, she hates golf. Me too.
Yea, we're pretty gangster.
Frog or turtle? I dunno. Wud up?
Attack of the spatula! Ahhh watch out, Eli!
Freaking crack whore.
There's a red Christmas tree on my head. Wierd.
What is it?!?
I think I may already be a bit faded.
Keep out of this head. My hair looks like shit.
She claims to have woken up like this.
Don't stick your hand in there. It eats it.
She's a square.
I told you I was fat.
I think I might of interrupted this picture.
Stupid artistic bitch.
Yea, this was my idea.
So I had to get one of myself!
That hat was pretty darn rad. It's a peach eating hat.
Big purses are the latest fad.
She is getting prepared for hibernation. She hates winter.
We're protecting his nuts.
Cheers!
Can water go in here?
Is it an instrument?
I'm setting a trend.
You should of seen that kind of excitement.
Imaginary soap blows.
Inspector Eli says, "this is dirty."
She didn't want this picture taken of her. She just wanted to admire the fucking shower curtain.
Which one does she look most like?
Febreezin the booty.
Bounce!
The smell of air freshener is almost orgasmic.
Should she?
Or should she not?
I like car fresheners.
The world population has been fooled. Rearview mirrors are really for touching up your hair and make up!
She died. At Target.
She's either really tiny or that was one big pillow.
Hacky sack. Yay? I suck.
Big hair is back!
I liked that couch.
She's riding the pony!
Whoooooa.
What the fuck is up with my smile?