It's a lot like life
My life in 4,915,200 pixels.
You wouldn't want to be alone with these guys in a dark alley. No Sir.
Yeah, me and Brandon are in a band. We call it TwistTicklerTastic. If you don't know what the twister tickler is, just ask and I'm sure Brandon will respond with it's meaning.
Fox and Zenobia. Their whole lives were building up just for that moment.
I think everyone was still sober at this point.
I think the twister tickler has become our official gang sign.
Holy shit John is fucking crazy. That's all I can say. Holy shit. And I thought I was a crazy drunk.
Not satisfied with wearing the Mikes Hard Lemonade crown, John decided to fall into a broken chair and spill alcohol on himself. Yes, he teaches your children. Well, probably not *your* children, but they're definitely someone’s.
I think JP has been waiting since the day he met me to try and make out with me. No, not really.
I don't know what happened right before, but I think it's safe to say that I kicked something's ass and then realized that ass kicking is a very energy draining activity.
I just met Ann like a week and a half ago but it feels like I've known her for at least a week and a half. I normally don't expect it from hotties, but she's actually really awesome.
It's true, once you go black you can never go back. Give me some of that jungle lovin.
If you don't already know, my brother is the other person in the picture. I knocked his teeth out when we were little. New ones grew back, so no harm done. (Sorry about that Danny)
Rob and I both happen to not only know the words to Mr. Roboto, but we also enjoy acting out the video and singing along. Wild huh?
Stephen showed up. Here is a picture of him dancing behind me. It was good to see him, I've missed him.
Bandon is the party's star. You can never go wrong with a bottle of liqueur and a microphone.
I decided that I should take up table dancing... and apparently singing into beer bottles as well. Someone grabbed my ass or something and gave me a dollar. I like that. I will let any of you grab my ass for money. Not that I'm a whore or anything, I just exchange money for... Oh, I guess I am a whore.
So there you go. Another update where I manage not to mention anything about what I think or feel. Mission successful.
You wouldn't want to be alone with these guys in a dark alley. No Sir.
Yeah, me and Brandon are in a band. We call it TwistTicklerTastic. If you don't know what the twister tickler is, just ask and I'm sure Brandon will respond with it's meaning.
Fox and Zenobia. Their whole lives were building up just for that moment.
I think everyone was still sober at this point.
I think the twister tickler has become our official gang sign.
Holy shit John is fucking crazy. That's all I can say. Holy shit. And I thought I was a crazy drunk.
Not satisfied with wearing the Mikes Hard Lemonade crown, John decided to fall into a broken chair and spill alcohol on himself. Yes, he teaches your children. Well, probably not *your* children, but they're definitely someone’s.
I think JP has been waiting since the day he met me to try and make out with me. No, not really.
I don't know what happened right before, but I think it's safe to say that I kicked something's ass and then realized that ass kicking is a very energy draining activity.
I just met Ann like a week and a half ago but it feels like I've known her for at least a week and a half. I normally don't expect it from hotties, but she's actually really awesome.
It's true, once you go black you can never go back. Give me some of that jungle lovin.
If you don't already know, my brother is the other person in the picture. I knocked his teeth out when we were little. New ones grew back, so no harm done. (Sorry about that Danny)
Rob and I both happen to not only know the words to Mr. Roboto, but we also enjoy acting out the video and singing along. Wild huh?
Stephen showed up. Here is a picture of him dancing behind me. It was good to see him, I've missed him.
Bandon is the party's star. You can never go wrong with a bottle of liqueur and a microphone.
I decided that I should take up table dancing... and apparently singing into beer bottles as well. Someone grabbed my ass or something and gave me a dollar. I like that. I will let any of you grab my ass for money. Not that I'm a whore or anything, I just exchange money for... Oh, I guess I am a whore.
So there you go. Another update where I manage not to mention anything about what I think or feel. Mission successful.