Here Comes The Pain Train

picked up the candy-box for Nat Attack.
walked over to Manning
thank you captain obvious.

met up with the squad.
not picture of the day.

picture of the century.

JCU goes down tomorrow.

dan wears a lot of ridiculous cowboy boots
and plays alot of Halo.
headed back to Manning to meet with this cutie pie.

I hid in a blanket
it quickly became nighttime.
this picture actually almost started a fight on middle path

west side story-style.

we saw the guys do it and they walked ahead of us all slow tryna intimidate us

US. Will "IM TWO HUNDRED FIFTY FIVE POUNDS" Schofield, aka solo line-out

and Eric "Bear. Call me Bear." Lewis.

they made the right decision

and kept walking.

and we ended up with the team for the game-watching.

KMRC.

But I'm Doing Pretty Well, As Far As Geniuses Go...

pizza
and
poetry.

Six Pairs Of Kicks Is My Definition of Twelve Steps

started the day off at the deli.

mmmm press. We rock. KMRC undefeated, bitches.
laura is curious.

then I went to go pick up condoms for my beer and sex kids.
ALOT of condoms.

enough for becca to play with.
then the P&P clique formed up like Voltron
for breakfast burritos.
P. o' the D.

"The" Dan Lakin.

I'm Gonna Grow Up To Be Jackie Chan.

aaarrgggh Pond smash.
Trav-O.
Park Meterson.

M.F'in Irvin.

we played trap the bee. this fool got puniiished.
we all seriously thought he was gonna die.
Dana and the Quad Squad
they're called s'mores, Buzz.
hey cutie.

Me, Megatron and McLovin.

There Is A Mountain Of Snow

it was my best buuuud's birthday tuhday.
we jumped into the MconMobile and headed to town.
one of my favorite places. Yauger Road.

very Justin-Allen-ish.


hurrrray for Ruby Tuesday.

(I got a salad)
hannah impersonating me.

amanda pondering.
now tell me that doesn't look delicious.

go ahead, try.
Chim Chim!
mos def pic of the day^
headed to the Wal-Store.

runner-up pic of the day^
haha this thing scared the crap out of Nat....as you can see.
For Jess.
oh my gawd Hip Hop Ned dropped by and we had an epic freestylin' episode.
And Bakary surveyed.

And Bakary approved.

And the world was right again.

p.s:

(stolen word-for-word from the ISB.)

Hey Clark Kent, how aged do you like your scotch?