In extreme cases, I’m forced to display my mighty pencil-thin moustache at full throttle. When all else fails, I casually mention I killed four men to get the sixteen fifty, even though I have four grand in my pocket. Gets ’em every time.
via: Fulltable
…where children wear a helmet to ride a bicycle in their driveway, then watch movies and wish they were Cyril Raffaelli.
Boy children, I mean. Girl children wish all the boys were Cyril Raffaelli, period.
He’s on the right. If you look closely, he’s wearing a ribbon so you can differentiate him from the bulldog.