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All the way from Kuwait...

that girl carried a beautfiul box, with hieroglyphics engraved on its side and a sphinx on the cover.... with a bottle of Bailey's original Irish cream inside.
Just when you are fed up with stuff or dealing with utter madening chaos, she comes along like an angel with somethin to drink.... so I can go, "You can kiss my glass..."
Shil reminds me of the saying.... "A good friend helps you move, a real friend helps you move bodies."
P.S: I love the carved box too...

Comments

Ryan W.F. said…
is that post named that way cos you girls look like you're covered from head to toe??
Jude said…
ooh scary
Ryan W.F. said…
karen....i already told u na..adjust either your iso or your shutter speed...the pics are always too over exposed....
littlemuch said…
is that you in the pic/?
Karen Xavier said…
ryan, I have other good pictures... this was taken by mistake and I put this up cause the good ones generate far more interest than necessary...
Zak said…
u shud know how not to upload files which are larger than the normal irritation level
Jude said…
to fix the incorrect skin tone reproduction, you could try decreasing the exposure by 2/3 of an f-stop. stop using such high iso film for non-moving targets. center-weighted average white balance might help. don't use exposure bias.
Ryan W.F. said…
karen you drink????
Jude said…
Does a fish drink?
Karen Xavier said…
I don't know... about fishes... I drink though.
That Squirrel said…
Not fair that I didn't get to help finish it!!! :(
Anton Jelestine said…
UH that tastes really nice......
i want it more!!!!
U people look like ghosts in these pic!!!!

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