Why my cousin needs to shave.
Last Friday my cousin Ryan flew home from Colorado to see his family for Easter. He stopped bye the lovely Amirault homestead because he flew into TF Green and he had a lovely lent dinner that T-Unit slaved hours on (Cheese pizza from Pizza Hut). What was bugging me was what was stuck to his face... Look at that thing, he just can't pull it off.
Nick, (pictured left) can pull of this maneuver. Ryan, not so much. Ryan looks like a serial rapist parked outside a school playground waiting in the back of a 1987 Ford Econoline van with a bowl of candy. It just looks creepy...
Big-Ry, do us all a favor and wipe the dirt off your face. And no, I'm not jealous because I can't grow one. I know i'd look rediculous if I had one.
Nick, (pictured left) can pull of this maneuver. Ryan, not so much. Ryan looks like a serial rapist parked outside a school playground waiting in the back of a 1987 Ford Econoline van with a bowl of candy. It just looks creepy...
Big-Ry, do us all a favor and wipe the dirt off your face. And no, I'm not jealous because I can't grow one. I know i'd look rediculous if I had one.