so instead of being down about things, i hang out with my peeps, and this ensues...
a little thing i'd like to call backdoor hamper.
andrew just needed a little bit of love and attention, if you will...
and he was able to look like this:
tripp feels left out.
but this puts him right back in the game.
also, remember to be safe. cover it up. mj is so protected.
i don't remember the last time i laughed so hard. oh 9th floor plus andrew. we can have fun in the most unexpected ways.
ps. we are in no way inebriated. it's a monday night afterall. i'll be sure to explain it to the girl who saw me smash into the door at weinstein.
watch me try to sleep now.