In a monochrome mood

 

This image sums up my work week...and pretty much my childhood.

As intriguing as it is to see how advanced the special effects in Metropolis were, I confess to being mesmerized by just how unflattering that man's pants are. I mean, wow.

This would totally be a member of my family. 
It's probably my great great grandmother.

All she's missing is a bottle of gin.

Okay - let's be honest here. 
Who WOULDN'T totally race a monkey??

I'd hate to have to clean out the cars, though.

Monkey racing is essentially the gateway drug to monkey air shows, which are really stupid and boring.

 From the skirt vs the top vs the wallpaper, there is so much wrong with this photograph that one hardly notices that Alice is about to leave the house with a human elevator-down-button. 
I mean, what the fresh hell is that!?

In life's motor camp, I'm the hefty lady who can never remember where the latrines are located.  

Lumbering, lumbering....

 Ok, girl...
Spectator pumps with that bag?
Really?

A. Probably another relative

B. My life's ambition            

C. Tea at J. Edgar Hoover's  

D.  All of the above              

Have a fantastic weekend, everyone!

All photos except the spectator pumps one I added later over cocktails are courtesy of Black and WTF

P.S.  If you wear Ed Hardy, you are a douche.  You need to know this.