Why My Friends Are Amazing.
My best friend is orange.
He likes to shove his face full of food because he's a fatass.
These are, without a doubt, my two favorite people in life. We are going ghost hunting.
What fine nigga lips you have.
My friends can strike a pose. You don't have a friend that looks like a prancing pony and can strike a pose.
Or who sticks their head out a window like a dog.
Okay I'm not sure what he was doing at this point in time. He was just gone. And headbanging.
This is probably the most amazing picture I have ever witnessed in my entire life.
Poco-coco-nos. I love them.
And we have been friends since we were born. Really. I kid you not.
Yeah, that's right, Shotty's eyeing up Prancing Pony.
AND I FINALLY CAPTURED IT, SHOTTY WITH THE FIRE!!!!!
I have no comments for this.
Or for this.
♥
Jimmy loves his gatorade.
Saturday night: "Hello, this is the Russian space center, we are checking for landing. May we dock? Coooooooooooooooooooooooooochhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhka."
Next morning: "So Krassen, you want to be a Russian cosmonaut?" "Hawkey, what the fuck? What the hell are you talking about?"
Self-explanatory.
Hottie.
I love Heather Clark. And I did love Willie Nelson, until he bit me. Twice.
DANCE PARTY IN THE PARKING LOT!!!!!!!!!
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard.
Damn right, it's better than yours. I could teach you, but I'd have to charge.