I didn’t politely tap on Puberty’s door to ask for a cup of good fortune, no, I knocked his bitch ass door in and French Kissed him. This was the result.
First pic is from my 2006 freshman yearbook, on St. Patricks Day. I even was lame enough to need to get a temporary ID because I’d left mine at home.
The second picture is from July 2014, on a day where I was in a class that help military members transition back into the civilian life. As part of the class we did mock job interviews. This is what I wore to said ‘interview’.
Quite a change really…