Crouchin' With Grandma Chapter 2

This fella got his granny to get lower than her speedometer on a Sunday. And doggone-it, she was elated.

Gathering of Family... And Pants.

Family Month is winding down, but there's still enough room for this compact, family unit.

Allies: Promoting the Crouch With Synergy.

This is a pack of workplace crouchers becoming a little more allied with the environment. One must look all the way back to Da Vinci's "Last Supper" to locate such flawless, aesthetic subject placement. If the Fed-Ex guy had happened to walk out of the elevator into this lobby at this exact moment, he would have wept. Then he would have gone straight home to hug his wife and kids and tell them he loved them in Italian. (Side Note: Take a look at the crouch archives, the last sentence of the 2nd post on March 26th for some true irony, a valuable lesson, and perhaps some wizardly clairvoyance.)

Just Makin' Room.

Crouching isn't always about about attitude and sweet style. Sometimes it's merely about necessity, makin' room in a photograph packed with too much friendship. That brings us to subjects A and B at the bottom left of this snapshot. Takin' one for the team, this pair's clever spatial relations brainstorming saved an almost lost photograph when they sacrificed the comfort of their own knee joints for the sake of a 10-friend smile fest.

Women Be Crouchin'

A rare, all lady crouch. Perfect, except for the standing guy. Come on dude. Get low or get lost. The good news is these girls are kickin' off their game night with a B.F.F. quad-crouch for the ages. They went on to consume unhealthy amounts of Dr. Pepper and play Yahtzee till sunrise.

Thumbs Up, The Rest Down.

We kick off friends and family month with a submission from this pack of best buds. Nothing like a thumbs up and an arm cross to really accentuate a posse crouch at a college fair. Now go reward yourselves with either some chicken in a pita, or some chicken fingers.

The Disdainful Freshman

This data processing major just came from an exam that he knows he aced. He doesn't even want to talk about it. He finds the nearest Corinthian pillar on campus, programs his digital camera, quickly slicks back the blonde part of his hair and gets in position. Now he's off do his dorm where a cold, six pack of zimas awaits. First he'll finish bleaching his hair before a 4 hour session of World of Warcraft ensues, all to the rousing sounds of Static X's entire discography.

The Goods: Live Hard, Crouch Hard.

This is Pete. He's a car salesmen. That's the dealership. It's tall. But nothing's too tall for this ace. This was right after he sold a Hummer to a vegan. In the midst of his celebration he pulled off this revolutionary crouch. Sometimes you gotta go high to really get low.