NO SMORKING

A BIT LATE, BUT SILLY NONETHELESS:



So there we were, at the design dinner, bored, stressed, anxious, feeling social, we go out for a smoke, sans Linus and Justin (heh heh heh, sucker!) We go outside, and begin happily trapping mammoths (my weakest link to date; trap mammoths, tar pits, tar, etc, its an early childhood memory, NEVERMIND!)

ANWAY we're outside smoking, and I notice our surrondings. The sign reads NO SMOKING, so instead of putting them out, we pose for a photo in the worlds WORST camera.

IESSO

PS. An entirely pointless post, but at least you don't see the female form of me as soon as you load the page. Thanks Lino for the paranoia :)