How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb

I put one of her bras on my head and took a bunch of pictures of it.

              
              this is comfortable.. I could probably jog in this 

                     I don't know that it solved anything, but it made her laugh.

Fighting five with five
fighting five with five.

[Listening to: Nothingface, "I Wish I Was a Communist"]