Best time of the whole year, Fantasy Football time.  This is a great time where my Dad and I draft a thousand different fantasy teams then obsess about it all week long.  Finally Sunday hits and reality sets in that I drafted Chris Johnson again, even though I vowed not to, and he has 4 points over two weeks.  MY 1ST OVERALL PICK HAS 6 FREAKING POINTS.  A 67 pound Russian ballerina would have more rushing yards in an NFL game, much less two games.  NEVER AGAIN.



This giant snake was terrorizing the customers at work, there's a bunch of construction happening around Kmart so it probably drove him from his home in the woods.  I was afraid someone was going to kill him, so I picked up the little guy and saved the millions of people's lives who were in peril from this vicious killer.

As you can see, Roy was concerned.  So concerned that he called 911 to report the python to the police.  Ok, not really.












Home sweet home for the giant jungle snake of Rexburg.  This seemed like a better place to terrorize and survive for the killer snake.  Be on the lookout for the Anaconda of the Big K, watch your ankles.  In all seriousness, I hope this little guy eats 300 hobo spiders a day.  He only owes me his life, so I don't think I'm asking too much.






This is what happens when you mock your dog for being a fat princess.  She's so fat, Sir Mix-a-lot doesn't even like her.  She so fat, Kim Kardashian is jealous, and Lamar Odom might dump the large Kardashian dude for her.
         Now that she's on a diet, Lexah's a bit frustrated.  She gets ignored while barking for food or kicking her food dish around the floor.  Then Snoopy gets 50 shades of destroyed in a frustrated, unprovoked attack.  Woodstock is now hiding in the closet to try and avoid the wrath.  Nooooootttt Snoopy!!! NOOOO!!