No ifs, ands, or buts about it - this dude is SLUMPED and looking for a helping hand. Can't knock it, though. A baby seal breaking into a restaurant with *very plush* booths is a damn good accomplishment. Gotta weather that 'itis storm, young fella. Let's take a look at his physical destruction picture-by-picture, shall we?
He stood up triumphantly thinking he was actually okay. Wrong! You idiot. Your insides are doing somersaults and you are in the infancy stages of bubble guts.
When life comes at you fast and you start questioning all the choices you've made thus far in your young life that lead you to this point.
"Hello God, are you listening?"
Honestly, this is the saddest picture I've ever seen. Homie has made his peace with the ocean and is ready to succumb to that high-on-the-portions-side brunch he just ate. Tragic.
And that, folks, has been another blog where I chronicled the death of a baby seal. Thanks for visiting Working Man's Diary Dot Com on the internet!