Pictures, people! Rated PG-13 for some questionable content.

Yes, hello. I appear to have a stethoscope.

We need more cowbell.

This will later prove to get me in trouble.

Busted! (Also, that hand on the left? Totally The Fiance's).

Dear AJ, Hello. It is your bachelorette party, and we appear to have a penis sucker.

The Boxer who lives across the street from The Parents. In approximately 2.3 seconds, Mama Boxer would appear and make an attempt on my life.

One of two Boxer ornaments on our tree. They sort of stick out like sore thumbs, but we do not care in the least.

Our star. Sigh.

The finished product.

While we're at it, how about a scary picture of Chicken?