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Kickin' It Old Skool


 


Frank keeps it real by play some Super Marioworld, NES style, on an X-box. Because he's hip yet wants to remember the games of the past.

Frank is Daring

Frank is Daring

Frank is what you call a 'speed junkie'. He lives for the wind in his horns and bugs in his teeth.

At least he's wearing a helmet.

Frank's Alcoholic Dream


Frank's Alcoholic Dream

HEAVEN!

HE'S IN HEAVEN! Dancing in a drunken hazzzze!

He's hitting the booze again. This time harder than just some Cristal.

Those Damn Commies

Those Commie Bastards

Sorry for the Lack-o-Frank. But he's been held captive by some Commies.

They made him talk. They made him talk real bad. Now all my secrets are out there. I'm scared.. real.. scared...

My Day In Pictures

Fly My Pretties! FLY!
Awesome, pigeons have decided that my house is the best house to flock to. Must. Get. Shotgun.

The Wicked Witch Is Here
But, first, must also get new pack of fortune tampons because this is my last one. They make me feel good about myself as I shove cotton up my whoo-ha. To the store I go.

God Bless America Sweet! This means I can pick up ammo for the shot gun at the same time I buy my fortune tampons! Also, some tapes so I can record me killing pigeons!


HELL YEAH!
"Wow," I think to myself, "they really do try to grab kids early when it comes to alcohol."

So, Cold... Just.. Cold.
And by the time I got home, the pigeons were gone. I was quite sad because I bought some of that beer on sale, drank it as I drove home, contemplating the sheer joy I would get out of killing birds. But Frank was outside... with a trail of blood leading to the side of the house.. and a pile of bones by the fence. He beat me to it. Damn, that goat. Damn him to hell.

Superbowl XLI

Superbowl XLI

Frank watched the superbowl.

He's obvisiously a Colt fan.

Frank the Fag

Frank the Fag

I'm ashamed to admit that Frank went to the theatre today.

Of course he was the star of the show.

Frank Tries Again

Frank Tries Again

Since Cristal didn't work out too well Frank decided to try out margaritas.


Oops


Oops

So, we move and Frank has yet to figure out how stairs work.

He just falls down them and hopes somebody kicks him down the rest.

It's quite sad.

Huntin'

Huntin'


Well it's that time of year again.


Men gather their guns and their buddies and head out to go huntin'.


My advice to you men out there this year is: Be on the look out for baby goats. They're wily, sneaky little things. You never know just where they are for sure.