Let's visit Jeremy.
This is the record of the Saturday morning accountability group's surprise visit to our friend, Jeremy. Look out for us at your dorm/apartment next.
P.S. Please don't scold me if these darned pictures don't post correctly. I think SnapFish is on to my remote linking game.
We sneaked in ever so coolly. Jeremy was complete unaware. It was great. As we were getting off the exit, Mike phoned Jeremy and asked him how to get to his apartment because he really needed to use the bathroom.
Evan's response to seeing this picture: "He's a cutie! He should get a chick in no time."
After a lot of this... we headed out for cheese steaks.
One of our choices was Geno's. Prior to going to either Pat's or Geno's, Rob said that Geno's looked like the whorehouse in Beetlejuice. I think every review there ever is about Geno's should include this genius comparison.
Fortunately, we stuck with Pat's. It was severely cold outside, so I ate with gloves on.
So cold, in fact, that Liv never left this position.
Some more of this...
Then Mike started, as he usually does, to get things going with a game of catch-the-ice-cube-in-your-mouth deal.
When that game wore off, Mike progressed onto all out war, as he also usually does.
Looking like Dracula...
Termi...
We said our goodbyes...
And home sweet home.
P.S. Please don't scold me if these darned pictures don't post correctly. I think SnapFish is on to my remote linking game.
We sneaked in ever so coolly. Jeremy was complete unaware. It was great. As we were getting off the exit, Mike phoned Jeremy and asked him how to get to his apartment because he really needed to use the bathroom.
Evan's response to seeing this picture: "He's a cutie! He should get a chick in no time."
After a lot of this... we headed out for cheese steaks.
One of our choices was Geno's. Prior to going to either Pat's or Geno's, Rob said that Geno's looked like the whorehouse in Beetlejuice. I think every review there ever is about Geno's should include this genius comparison.
Fortunately, we stuck with Pat's. It was severely cold outside, so I ate with gloves on.
So cold, in fact, that Liv never left this position.
Some more of this...
Then Mike started, as he usually does, to get things going with a game of catch-the-ice-cube-in-your-mouth deal.
When that game wore off, Mike progressed onto all out war, as he also usually does.
Looking like Dracula...
Termi...
We said our goodbyes...
And home sweet home.