a friendly ass

While we were standing around thinking about using the porta-potties one more time Saturday morning, the poet took a couple of quick action shots.

I got called out for not posting the most important shot he requested.

I fear this is a sign of old age, or perhaps I'm straying too far from core blog content.

So I offer this as a penance for my thoughtless error.

I had to dig around in the archives, but it turns out I've been storing up a bit of a collection.

Heart you, friend.  And the internet hearts your ass.