Joys of putting in new hardware. (Hard drives, this time.)
Can YOU spot all the amusing personal/random objects on my shitstorm of a desk? Hah!
(Oh, and hexcuse the handbag. Nothing suspect, promise. Or is it?)
Joys of putting in new hardware. (Hard drives, this time.)
Can YOU spot all the amusing personal/random objects on my shitstorm of a desk? Hah!
(Oh, and hexcuse the handbag. Nothing suspect, promise. Or is it?)
How to unnerve (Or entice? Hah!) the local jailbait and shock the elderly on the walk back from the gym? (I had my shirt tucked into one my shorts’ pockets, for reference.) To clarify, I was properly clothed on the way there, whilst at the Gym, and for about a quarter of the walk back. Not quite that weird. (Let us not discuss various dressing gown incidents. Cough.)
My Uncle is now convinced I’m Joachim Phoenix’s twin.
Anyway, this was initially put up on Facebook as a bit of a piss-take at my own expense, but I got a positive reaction from folk. It had me rather baffled. (Also, for the unaware - I tend to work in cycles with my hair/facial hair. Just so you know.)
‘Enjoy.’
Mul-mul-mul-multiball!
Apparently I can’t take photos of myself. Or at least, decent ones. Damn this expensive camera! It’s still all a clever ruse by my standards! (Dredging comedic photos in the next 24hrs.)
Dare say it’s peach, not salmon. :fagmo:
The flash. She is abrupt.
Fuck, I’m clueless.
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