when i was young, i wanted to be a baseball

toby visited this past weekend and we all love him. isn't toby pretty? this is a close up of the inside of his eyeball. you can see his retina you know.



our crew of idiots. toby is the strap around sheena's bosom. i'm toby.



these are my friends...a bathtub, william howard taft, jello gelatin, the headless horseman, mr. winslow and ganghus khan. (not pictured is a jar of honey.)



toby hates living in chapel hill. in these two pics he is demonstrating how to pull the skin clear off your face. evidently it is a study technique. can't wait to try that in medical school.



well played mister peanut.



this is sheena dropping acid and blowing kisses to claire's foot. yoo hoo...



this is us playing poker with the cast of jurassic park.



of course, absolute zero!



this is mrs. poopy pointing to where mr. poopy has a bowel obstruction. almost mrs. poopy. mr. poopy's butt is lower.



this is claire posing for terrorist weekly magazine. you see, this is humorous because claire is neither a terrorist nor a month.



nothing like drinking the blood of infidels to quench a thirst, hey claire?



claire is telling the radiator that it is "one sexy bastard." what the radiator does not know is that claire slipped some pills in her drink. you sly devil, claire. you took my move.



josh is trying to convince claire that he is a physician. "seriously baby, i can prescribe anything you want." claire thinks the glass is pizza.



this is a pic of me drinking with claire. nothing unusual except that i'm drinking a concoction i made using the liquefied soles of my shoes.



gumball. dashing, as always.



gumball, one second later and completely wasted.



josh's spidy senses are fine-tuned to detect drunk women...i think he's picked up a scent in this pic.




claire is upset because i spilled my beer on her.



this is a pic of seth having a serious gas problem. i suppose that's what happens when your penis is so large you need to lasso it around your leg or push it ahead of you in a wheelbarrow. anyhow, claire is clearly very gracious with seth's issues.



oh yeah...claire was inspired by my dna change and decided she wanted to become a soiled towel. eeeww.



this is mister potato showering, as he does in his native swaziland.



if this night were the olympics of pouring beer on your head, i think josh would have received shameful bronze. not bad.