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I think a bit of laughter is needed. And so I am sharing something with you, I shudder to think about!!
Well not her, she's gorgeous. I took this of Kait on her birthday. And just wait, because the look is appropriate.
I meant this mug. The moral of this picture is: don't go to an all boy's school.
So. Two nights ago, Jean made his grappa cake again. And lo and behind, we both got loaded. And then I decided it would be a grand idea to dance around like a muppet in my office. Jean decided he should take pictures. He forgot to turn the flash on, hence the grainyness.
Apparently someone is proud of their arms. Who is that loser, anyway?
Ahem....
I am terrified of my own face in this picture.
I'm a stripper now too.
This is not what it looks like. Even if I am thinking I'm hilarious there. That's a neighbor girl. Fixing my zipper. Just.Don't.Ask.
Oh god. I should not be allowed to drink. Or...eat alcoholic cake while drinking.
Jean made fun of this dance move.
This is me pretending I'm Pierre.
This is what happens when you are not Pierre, but think you can do that kick thing anyway. Notice Jean still thought to snap the photo. Thanks, mon ami.
What am I doing now?!
That's right.
You know you want it.
Aaaand that's where I start to feel it.
I think I only JUST got over the hangover...
Well not her, she's gorgeous. I took this of Kait on her birthday. And just wait, because the look is appropriate.
I meant this mug. The moral of this picture is: don't go to an all boy's school.
So. Two nights ago, Jean made his grappa cake again. And lo and behind, we both got loaded. And then I decided it would be a grand idea to dance around like a muppet in my office. Jean decided he should take pictures. He forgot to turn the flash on, hence the grainyness.
Apparently someone is proud of their arms. Who is that loser, anyway?
Ahem....
I am terrified of my own face in this picture.
I'm a stripper now too.
This is not what it looks like. Even if I am thinking I'm hilarious there. That's a neighbor girl. Fixing my zipper. Just.Don't.Ask.
Oh god. I should not be allowed to drink. Or...eat alcoholic cake while drinking.
Jean made fun of this dance move.
This is me pretending I'm Pierre.
This is what happens when you are not Pierre, but think you can do that kick thing anyway. Notice Jean still thought to snap the photo. Thanks, mon ami.
What am I doing now?!
That's right.
You know you want it.
Aaaand that's where I start to feel it.
I think I only JUST got over the hangover...