Bada-bing

If you have been following this old blog at all, you know by now my freakish obsession love for The Man Repeller. She's da best. Anyway...I've always been one of those "million bracelets on each wrist can't believe my hands aren't numb" kind of people, so when she came up with the term Armparty in that genius noggin of hers...I was more than pleased. Ampartying is my favorite pastime. I do it more than I really party. Anyone free this weekend? Kidding. Just kidding.

Soooo back to the point. Here is todays armparty, it's colorful and bright to bring a light spot to todays nasty weather. Nasty I tell ye! Me old bones are a' creakin'! Imagine me saying that with a geriatric sort of voice. Preferably an old curmudgeonly man. I'm clearly loosing it therefore better go. Peace out cub scout!

*Disclaimer- In case you are lost, armparties and old men have nothing to do with each other. Just, ya know, me being me. And don't ask about the title.