Got the Pictures Back
We got the pictures of our trip to Gatlinburg back yesterday, and I’m pretty pleased with how they turned out. Unfortunately I didn’t bring them with me to work today, so I can scan any of them to to go along with the posts I still need to write. So instead of writing a post about one of my misadventures in the Great Smoky Mountains, I’ll let everyone in on a little secret: I finally joined Flickr.
The main reason I did it is so I can upload shots from my camera phone automatically while I’m out and about. But I’ll still go ahead and upload some regular pics every now and then too. I’m working on setting up my account so that every camera phone photo will become a blog post. I’m sure once I get the new blog design finished, a Flickr feed will be included in the sidebar too.
The image above was taken in Gatlinburg at some craftsy shop. They had these wooden letters set up so you could spell out your name and assemble them on a permanent name plate. I have no illusions that I’m the first idiot to use the letters for less than classy endeavors, but I thought snapping a picture of “Mojo’s Ho” was pretty funny. Thankfully my girlfriend did too.
I’ll be writing the posts I promised next week about the trip. So you can still look forward to ‘karaoke night’, ‘knife store supreme’, ‘band geeks gone wild’, ’space needle jitters’ and of course ‘crotchless panties rock too’. Have a great weekend!
Crotchless panties rock too????
You know I’ll be back for that one.
Okay see the picture is funny but funniER would be if she posed with it. All in good fun. I made my ex jump out of the car on the highway once to pose by a sign that said “Hoes Lane.”
Phoenix: Oh it should definitely be worth a read.
Riss: Now THAT would be funny to see. “Take a left on Slut Road, and then at the second stop sign take a left on Hoes Lane.”
Aha, so that’s why and how you suddenly appeared in my contacts list. Nice job there, Moj!
nicole: I know… it took me a while, but I finally caught the bug.
[...] I promised to start writing stories this week, and I won't disappoint. I'll start off the week with the retelling of the most annoying part of our trip. It was our last morning in the hotel downtown before we went up to the cabin in the mountains. I'm just mildly hungover from the night before, so you can probably imagine the mood I was in. At approximately 8am, on a Saturday mind you, I hear the first trumpet from the parking lot outside. [...]
[...] I promised to start writing stories this week, and I won't disappoint. I'll start off the week with the retelling of the most annoying part of our trip. It was our last morning in the hotel in downtown Gatlinburg before we went up to the cabin in the mountains. I'm just mildly hungover from the night before, so you can probably imagine the mood I was in. At approximately 8am, on a Saturday mind you, I hear the first trumpet from the parking lot outside. [...]
[...] I promised I'd write about why crotchless panties rock as much as mirrored ceilings. Well, you're in luck because I've finally decided to share that secret with you. Actually it's not a secret, crotchless panties just rock. There's just something about a girl wearing evening wear that she doesn't even half to take off that gets me all randy. She gets to keep on her expensive but sexy lingerie and you get to have your way with her. What's not to like? [...]
[...] I promised I'd write about why crotchless panties rock as much as mirrored ceilings. Well, you're in luck because I've finally decided to share that secret with you. Actually it's not a secret, crotchless panties just rock. There's just something about a girl wearing evening attire that she doesn't even half to take off that gets me all randy. She gets to keep on her expensive but sexy lingerie and I get to have my way with her. What's not to like? [...]