ur nuts... oh yeah, what about 'em?

we laugh at things only five-year-olds and frat boys laugh at... like nut jokes. hahahha.

-will my nuts fit in here?
-hey be gentle with my nuts!
-mmm, salty nuts.
-i like to keep my nuts in a plastic box.

-keep an eye out for nuts, oh look there's one (pointing to jess)
-really, where?! (looking around) ohh, (punch) damn you!

-oooh it's warm!
-of course it is, that's what happens when you have grinding blades chopping up your--nuts! (that poor cashier at wild oats)

afternoon ends, evening begins. i love how we were going out for one drink and finfished a bottle of rum before we left the house. nice job team. i'm blaming this all on gabe. video to be uplaoded when i figure that shit out.

it all started with the ambliance ride heard 'round the apartment...

then jess and i realized it was our anniversary of the first night we went out together... and slept together. i'm a slut. but so are yoooooooouu! ok so my poor typing skills just had me write yooooy, and i find that funny.

c'mon slut, let's get out of bed.
chhhhhhooooookay.