Paging Crockett and Tubbs

Lost. The 80's. But not this fully preserved clamshell print Miami edition bedset. Eat your heart out Martha Stewart. I like to call it the Black Light Special.

Pace Yourself

Found. Somebody who moves slower than me in the morning after a few beers. I wanted to read and go to bed but he insisted on a marathon round of quarters. He must feel like I look and vice versa.

Slayed

Found. A trout. Figured it only appropriate to show a pic if someone is so egocentric as to call themselves a slayer. A loser, yes. A slayer, well.....

Jack The Gripper

Lost. A finger. And a thumb....presuming Jack is either a man or ape....and Jill pushed him into the wood chipper again.

Ahoy Matey!

Lost. A chromosome perhaps? This lady was as sweet as could be...and the kid turned out ok...but that guy had no tact...just a blank stare and a poorly rotated left arm.

Can I can get an APB out on a runaway barn?

Found. John's barn. Thank goodness he labeled it. You know how these things can away from you. Kids.

Buck em' cowboy!!!

Lost. Contact. Between this bull and a poor student from Montana State University. Yes people, college broncin'...for credit. Does it get any better?