Joined: June 2008
And here is another Seattle native. He stood there on the rail and gave us the hairy eyeball while we ate some lunch out on the coffee shop's deck. Either he can't read so was oblivious, or he was literate and was being willfully obstinate. Given his species, I'll go for the latter. I took this one while Deadman hip-mo-tyzed him by waving a french fry around. No comments about Deadman's french fry, please; he's very sensitive about it.
I've found my personality to be an effective form of birth control.