return of the hoverhand
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hahahahah. man i wish i made it out to chicago just to get the hoverhand.
I was told not to get into cars with strange people. And you’re pretty strange. 😉
at first read I though the title said “hoverBOARD”, and I’m all, “there’s no hover board! “
That’s hot (the girl not the hover hand maneuver)
You look SOOO uncomfortable in this pic. Is she grabbing your butt while you’re trying to do the hoverhand??
*Shrugs. Gets in. Rides shotgun.*
OMG, I have that exact same shirt! I hope to get to ‘hoverhand’ with you one day.
A wondering hand ?
The look on you face says “If any part of me touches her I am a dead man”. On the other hand, the shirt is like a Magic 8-Ball.
Your facial expression reminded me of Emery Waterman from Rose Red… Never thought I’d ever type that sentence.
You face says “I’m not allowed to enjoy this.”
Your shirt spelled “bazonga” wrong.
Is it bad that I still hoverhand my wife in family pictures???? Boobs. Scary.
Anne was watching? 🙂
The next time you need to actually touch but then have Anne in the background about to throw something at you. 🙂
Hoverhand is intense. Hoverhand is always intense.
Everything I like in life is in this picture.
That is one uncomfortable looking Wheaton.
No offense, Wil, but you look creeeeeeeeeepy…
Was Ann standing in front of you with a baseball bat? That picture makes me think someone told you that girl had a horrible disease, if she wasn’t. I laughed. A LOT. It made me think of young Wesley trying to be human resources appropriate in a much older man’s body.
P.S. – I couldn’t log in with Facebook. It made me sad. 20 characters and my brain are not things compatible with one another. How’s that for sentence structure? One of the neurons in my brain shorted out just typing a new password – clearly some of us have greater shortcomings than others. :-/
I suffer from hover hand. This isn’t a laughing matter. Well, maybe a little bit.
Sorry Will, but if were next to Sarah Underwood, I would overcome the hoverhand barrier and totally GRAB THAT SHOULDER!