Burning Ceremony
Our journey, of course, begins with the ceremonial 'picture in the mirror.'
She likes her some Japanese baseball.
Hells yeah.
We passed Knott's on the way to the beach. Aw... memories... I wish you would have saved me back then, Kari.
Elsa and her fire.
Lighter fluid is SO MUCH FUN.
Here's your 'stupid face of the day,' Kari. :)
And then it was time to burn the relics.
FUCKING EVIL HAT!!!
BOOYAH! IN THE FACE!!!
And I dropped in the fire...
Look at it burn.
Burny burn burny burn burning burns of burning glory.
... and the resulting pile of ash.
Elsa was giddy after she burned her ex's pants.
... and she makes funny faces when I try to step on her.
Any gentlemen that are interested in this young lady? Email me and I'll let you know her number.
Sun bathing. Or something.
Stripping for me in the car.
Gunther faces. Damn the Gunther faces.
... there she goes.
Right before we head into the pipe shops. Yes... I'm addicted... to glass.
I call this one, the "Sushi Gunther Face."
Mmmmm... teryaki.
Elsa, buzzed off of Japanese beer.
Both of us, buzzed off of that damn beer. From hell.
I'm cool. You know it.
Elsa... trying to be cool. Like me.
Meet the newest members of my glass collection. This is 'Mr. Peanut.' (cause he looks like a penis...)
Side view.
And the fabled 'Mr. Roboto,' which I named in honor of Elsa.
I love the layers in him...
Burning things, stripping, buying pipes, and Japanese food? Who could have asked for more..?