A small group of ladies conspire to take over the world.
Prime napping real estate.
"Do I want a tshirt or to be able to pay rent? Man, these are some hard choices."
"Did you say you were able to paint a disguise suitable for bank robberies? Hmm."
Floral tribal.
I had to take the shots really quickly, otherwise photo bombers would swoop in, steal their frozen lemonade and fly away to their evil nest in the sky.
Happy dance.
They weren't excited, they were horrified by the giant spider on my forehead. I should really have noticed that.
"The spiders jumping at me!"
One half of Dad Life takes the stage.
Woman on left: Yes, I ordered a pizza half an hour ago. I've seen pizza crowd surfing, so please deliver it to the girl raising her hand. Thanks.
Rock on.
Both halves of Dada Life.
They bonded over their lack of hair, their love of music, and their collection of glass unicorns.
