I’ve finally found my pictures from Citi Field, and they are… well… take a look.
Here I am, looking like an aerobics instructor from the 1980s. A sarcastic aerobics instructor from the 1980s. Good neck veins, though. Not sure why they’re popping on the cargo net, but I’ll take what I can get.
Armpits are an underutilized framing device in modern photography, don’t you think?
Who, me? A serial killer? Why, that’s the funniest thing I’ve ever heard! I would need a specialized cloak with room for a collection of fifteen to eighteen stabbing knives! (Unrelated: the neck game is a lot more problematic here than on the cargo net.)
Filed under Funny, Photos