Monday, July 9, 2012

Escape from Yorks New, Michael, and that one in Ingerland
















Off to that great maximum security prison in the sky.

8 comments:

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

That was the first movie that popped into my head, too.

Where's Snake Plissken when you really need him?
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Demeur said...

It's Ernest Borgeight.

Makes you think what you'll be remembered for when you slip off the mortal coil and head for the great metal concert in the sky doesn't it?

Laura said...

The thing that I'll remember about you is how every time I came onto your blog, one of my kids would read the "how about a cup of shut the fuck up" sign.
Yeah.
That's what I'll remember. :)

((Hugs))
Laura

Randal Graves said...

if, probably relaxing on a quite underpopulated tropical island.

demeur, I won't care since I'll be dead.

laura, as long as The Kids get corrupted, 'tis a job well done.

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

At least it's a nice cup...
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Beach Bum said...

The Skipper is back on his PT boat heading off into the sunset.

Jim H. said...

McHALE!! You come back here. Right this instant!

susan said...

I think he had a pretty good time for a very long time too.