LOL License

Boy, do I have a treat for you! And by “treat”, I mean embarrassing for me, hilarious for you.

LOL License

I found the license I got on my eighteenth birthday. Back in the day when I had long hair and looked, more or less, like Jesus. And, wore Hawaiian shirts quite frequently. For some reason, I decided not to smile. As you can see, the sum of all this is that I end up looking like a convict.

Laugh it up, fuzzballs.

3 thoughts on “LOL License

  1. erica

    For the record, this brings back fond memories of Calculus study-buddy pow-wows and Adam’s Dad commenting, “Adam, isn’t the point of having a study partner to find someone who’s BETTER at math than you?”

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