wet paint, dry humor

primer on the exterior; the inside's pretty much finished.

Neither one was facing me when I took this photo, but when I asked if they were smiling, I was fixed with a glare.  “I’m smiling inside,” said the guy on the right.  I have a feeling the only way he smiles is inside, but I don’t know him that well yet.

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