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Zach has a new friend watching him at work.
If you’ve never been on the internet before, you’ll probably need this to help you understand:
On Saturday (the official but ersatz Saint Patrick’s Day) I helped Chandler print wedding invitations. It was quite a good time.
Here I am, making the donuts.
You can’t see it here, but Chandler has a fantastic beard and moustache. She’s growing it in for the big wedding.
Here I am about to make the first cut.
This is what happens when you run a pair of jelly shoes through a printing press.
The wedding invitations are printed in human blood on human skin. They are the necronomvitations.
Here are the invitations before we put brown on them. I don’t have a picture of the final product because they are a surprise — or I forgot. I’m fairly sure it’s the former.
On Sunday the Keathlys brought me back from the dead (remember the Saint Patrick’s Day business? I do, and so does my liver) to go out for breakfast.
Stan and I
Lisa and Noah
Your picture captures my awesome 80’s wristband perfectly. But I think we should have used more blood…er, I mean, ink. Your apron wasn’t nearly slasher-flick spattered enough.
P.S. You WILL be thanked with food, as soon as we kick the in-laws out.
Have you tried whispering through the air ducts “GET OUT” as though you were evil spirits?
Dude, we tried that with you and it didn’t work.
Necronomvitations. Genius. Pure freaking genius.
As always, you and Stan make the cutest gay couple ever.
Why didn’t you invite ME to go to breakfast with you? Oh, wait, you said you did but I just didn’t HEAR you? It’s all those danged consonants.
OMG LITTLE KID IN HIPSTER GLASSES!!!1111!!!!ONE!!!!!ELEVENS!!!!111!
Noah isn’t like 3 anymore is he… Funny how people get older in between the times you see them.
Saturday was NOT the official St. Patrick’s Day unless you answer to the Pope.
Necro-nom-nom-nom-vitations.
I thought I knew the intertrons, but after about 5 minutes my abs were sore from laughing so hard. Ceiling kitty wins.