Being the epitome of fucking fashion that I am, I decided to drastically up my level of chic to celebrate the eve of the new year in powerful style, and pushed the idea to the bro calvary to “follow suit”. Â (eh?) Â
And so, decked in our jacket/slacks combo we assembled at Mike’s spot for a meat eating good time or in Ally’s case, tasty veggie borger! Â I did well to gain acquaintanceship with Sir Slug, the resident pug of the Klink pad. Â I invite you to share the lol that I feel from looking at this wondrous image – here, we see the slug pug locked in epic gaze with Laura in what can only be described as rofflefull. Â
The night wore on and the grains of 2008’s sand slipped away, we all did well to drain bottles of Fat Tire and I made more sausages disappear than a homosexual who has homosexual intercourse.Â Â (noonprop8).Â Â
After we were all sufficiently loaded up on animal bits and the average twenty-year olds Â idea of premium booze we responsibly piled into the respective cars of sober drivers. Â Reassembling at Courtney’s pad and evidently, ROLLIN’ FUCKIN DEEP SON. Â
By this time, (11:00pm maybe?) Â I was a bit passed standard sauciness and quickly approaching high school drunk. Â If you’re wondering what this can look like on my face, allow me to present you with the following photo evidence : Exhibit A, Exhibit B, & Exhibit C.Â
As many can atest to I am not a violent dude, nor am I typically overly confrontational and even when I’ve been hittin the medicine hard I like to think I do alright to not be “that guy.” Â What I’m getting at is I pick people up. Â Always. Â All the time. Â Always. Kelsey, who looks to be drinking what can only be green bean juice, I picked her up. Â Jenny, picked her up twice, possibly relocating a hair or two of hers onto Courtney’s kitchen ceiling. Â As for my lovely ass girlfriend…well, this aint that kinda website. Â This, I had nothing to fucking do with. Â
Happy New Year – here’s the rest of the pics.