Friday, January 4, 2008

Blind justice and the case of the poopety pants

I tortured my wife the other day by walking into the bedroom, closing the door, and completely busting ass. After laughing, I left the room.

About 30 seconds later I felt a tugging at the back of my waistband. I turned around and my son was tugging at the back of my pants. I said "Whatcha doing there?", and he said "Daddy went poop".

On another note, my lazy buddy Hijar decided he was going to pass the bar exam. This will be the first bar of any type he's ever successfully passed.

Meet the new Face of Justice:

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