WTF?

In case you're still confused, those are good ol' fashioned nads, my friends. I don't know what kind of G you have to be to put balls on the hitch of your truck, but I tip my hat to you, bossman. In other news, I let the Photographer dress me today. Strange combination, strange color choices, but it was my experiment. The photos were mostly taken mid-sentence as I griped about having no jacket, and how cold it was, and how brown did not, go with black, and the fact that it was strictly verboten for such a blend to take place. My complaints went mostly unnoticed at the time, but it seems I was repaid with a photo roll containing HORRIBLE facial expressions. Enjoy!