DeepFriedTwinkies:
Yeah, we're hot. We know it.
DeepFriedTwinkies:
Future Bald Spot
DeepFriedTwinkies:
Chicken foot
DeepFriedTwinkies:
Their kid is gonna have some freaky big shoulders
DeepFriedTwinkies:
Boys being boys
DeepFriedTwinkies:
We're related!
DeepFriedTwinkies:
Eventually he got all of them on him
DeepFriedTwinkies:
How many people does it take to light a birthday cake?
DeepFriedTwinkies:
Cake!
DeepFriedTwinkies:
Mom swears she wasn't thinking about selling all of us for scientific experimentation
DeepFriedTwinkies:
Yay! A bag!
DeepFriedTwinkies:
The only way to get her to pose is to not tell her she's posing
DeepFriedTwinkies:
The stool softener was gratefully received
DeepFriedTwinkies:
Partied out
DeepFriedTwinkies:
It's an insincere smile because she doesn't have wine in her yet.
DeepFriedTwinkies:
Third plate.
DeepFriedTwinkies:
That is one festive bastard
DeepFriedTwinkies:
And the carnage begins
DeepFriedTwinkies:
Channeling Cyclops
DeepFriedTwinkies:
This is one pissed off festive man right here
DeepFriedTwinkies:
Mom is explaining why she decided to not put onions in the tater salad
DeepFriedTwinkies:
They're related
DeepFriedTwinkies:
Vittles!
DeepFriedTwinkies:
Sometimes wine is the only way to get through a night with us
DeepFriedTwinkies:
If he had hair, it would indeed be blue
DeepFriedTwinkies:
Nice to see she still has that "Old people talk stupid" look
DeepFriedTwinkies:
Heather decided to give Kelly stool softeners for her birthday
DeepFriedTwinkies:
Little dude is freaking huge
DeepFriedTwinkies:
Hi Eb!
DeepFriedTwinkies:
She was actually trying for the feral sister look
