I picked up my first old roll of fim today as promised. It rang up $3.69 so I knew I was screwed. I felt like Forrest Gump shrimp boatin'. "I only caught five." I only got six pictures. They pathetically slid out of the orange and black paper sleeve. A notion so like my pathetic teenage years.
Fifteen was my age. Four photos from a trip I took with my nemesis' family, 2 of her, 2 of me, a picture of my buddy Mark (still see), and a picture of some guy who I don't know at Menlo Park Mall. More details and the photos tomorrow. For now, new pictures. (P.S. I do have a bit to say about those photos so stay tuned.)
Potachos at Stuff yer Face. Not quite nachos but potachos. Fried thick potato slices smothered in ketchup, cheese and sour cream. Oh My Goodness! Delish! (I gained weight this weekend.)
Me at Stuff Yer Face. (I had never been before.)
Mike at Stuff Yer Face watching the B Ball game.