Easy, now ...

The trash can, of course, helps to catch the remains.

And then the fine-tuning.

Bush, rockin' the razor and trash can.

Oooh yeah ... fish face-ness.

The making of Ringo Star.

It's beautiful, sorta, but not.

So early in the mornin' ... Er'body so tired ...

Jen looks like she 'bout to pour a 55-gallon drum of ass-whup on my head.

Some delightful fall folliage, right out front of Cracker Barrell.

One Bush carrying another over his shoulder. Which is which? Find out at 8:00.

Hahahahhahaha.

I don't know what's going on here. Bush either is swashing/swishing some Scope, or he's gettin' ready to pop me a good one up'side mah head.

This is a picture of Jen when she is possibly a) frustrated in a playful manner, or b) articulating a point in her lecture about diseased animals as housepets.