House of Wachs faithful, and fan of the Wachs Beach Diaries, Andy Mele writes:
Any chance of you posting a recent picture (from your current trip) of your sister?
As predictable as a drought-ridden Georgia summer, the Andys of the world come out of the cheesy wood veneer paneling every summer hoping for more glimpses of my hot, Jappy sister, Nancy of Long Island. You'd think she's a grunion.
To calm y'all down, I have taken some snaps of her for your enjoyment. If you can't behave with these and start doing stuff to them and spreading them all over the internet, OR the outernet, which is what dialup people have, then I will remove them.
Here she is cleaning a table....
Throwing something in the garbage....
Pondering her kitchen shelf strategy
Yelling at my nephew for being too wild...
See how wound up he is?
I'm thinking of selling this photo to anyone who's writing a book about ADD or spazism. "The Fractured Mirror: Cracking the ADD Code," would be a great title.
The other day, my nephew and I were having a game of Tickle Torture (I was winning), when he peed on me a little from laughing so hard. Not a lot. Just a wee (get it?) bit before I threw him to the sand. Right after these pictures were taken we got involved in a game of Titty Twister, and everything was going swell, until Old Man Pickle Nose chimed in.
"Just pee on him, Charlie. That'll stop him."
Hey thanks, pappy! Why not just advise him to take a dump on my chest since there's no real moral difference?
Enjoy the snaps, pervs!