i just want to conquer people and their souls

I nominate the kid at the far right of this glorious picture as our collective teenage id.  He/she embodies exactly how I felt whenever I was forced to interact with my family from the years 1992 - 1997. What are they? Cells? Leaves? And do I spy a gunt?   All of these photos come courtesy of my new favorite time suck . Here are just some of my favorites: Unlike the first photo, everyone here seems pretty stoked to be involved: You don't need real children to have an amazing family photo: This one's for the Manimal; this is his dream family. I hope one day he reaches the lofty style heights of Pops in the middle. I like everything about this photo: If I ever need to announce my impending motherhood, I think these two have the right idea: And finally, my absolute favorite. I think this will be our next Christmas card:

My wife has shouted me out on her fabulous blog which has the bonus of being both blessedly gunt and ranga-free, and much better written. For those of you who live in a cabin in the woods, one's "wife" or "wifey" is, in the parlance of today's youth, simply one's close female friend. Clearly, I have a husband (the venerable Manimal ) for home. Anyhoo, my wife makes life bearable for me on the regular, and for that I salute her. In her own post , my wife likened our relationship to that of Mickey Dolenz and Mike Nesmith of The Monkees fame. I could get on board with this, if my mother had not harbored a wicked Davy Jones crush which effectively rendered me unable to look at them without an involuntary shudder. I, being far more predictable and low-brow, (wow, that's probably the first time The Monkeys have been considered high-brow) will offer my own virtual sketch of our bond. This picture represents us quite well. Always getting up to misc...

This post is dedicated to my newest follower, the distinguished and mighty Gunt Hunter. www.guntpatrol.com defines a gunt as: "A protruding sack of fat which extends from the lower abdomen to the upper genital area." Ah, the Gunt (or it's male equivalent, the genis), this inspiring anatomical phenomenon is the Australian cousin of the FUPA . Just like how Brits call pants "trousers", Aussies have christened this condition with a far more charming alias. FUPA just sounds like some sort of sporting league, while gunt perfectly describes the exact two body parts which have fused together. Gunts are like the Benetton of corporeal appendages: they don't discriminate. There are gunts of every color, creed, shape and size - whatever tickles your fancy, really. Click below to see some glorious gunts. Achtung! Some are very not work place friendly.