Sunday, August 1, 2010
This project is going to turn me into an alcoholic. People at bars are always more willing to have a stranger take their photo. So here we are again at a bar. While sitting there sipping away my friend saw a large spider crawling on his murse and he gently flicked it off. Not knowing his own spider flicking strength the spider flew 3 feet away and stared a hole in use as it dramatically died. Overcome by guilt we needed to relocate. As we were fleeing the crime scene this fellow walked by. I’m calling him Spider Man because the corpse is literally right behind him in this photo.
Spider Man, beard #30 (woohoo), gets 8.0 CCs because he’s a good ‘ole southern boy that looks the part and because he handled death so well