This post is dedicated to the Pips.
Is that Greg Evigan? In the picture frame, I mean; obviously, the guy who appears in the final frame is the Pope.
It's a sadly rendered exisential/political drama -- the stick-figure man, who expresses concern but does not truly feel it, the bent, wounded female character -- ostrich-like, in a daring symbolic choice -- whose Olympic ambitions have led her into peril, and the smug, detached suitor, who, like the rest of the characters, cannot make eye contact, and who seems to want the diver for her status, or perhaps for reasons he himself does not understand. Monks has written this generation's Waiting for Godot meets the Tin Drum meets Porky's. Bravo!
Scott likes his women prostrate.
Friends don't let friends dive drunk.
Found your site by googling my name, I am a different Jason than the one who stole your ex but I loved reading about it... Meany McMean cracked me up... best of luck...
signed the other Jason
So there seems to be a nice little gang of people named Jason McHenry and I am, of course, one of them. And it seems as if we share a weakness for Googling our own name. [And who doesn't really?] Still, hope everything works out for you. Solid handshakes, Jason McHenry [The nice one.]
Since there are already three Jason Mc Henrys mentioned, I thought i'd add a fourth. Yes Lads!!!
Hey, i'm another one googlin my own name, not the one that stole your ex though! Just thought i'd join the "gang".
Add another Jason McHenry to the mix... from VA... just googled the hubs to see what I'd find ;)