Friday, May 29, 2009

Wasted and Evasive

You know how in high school when you snuck home drunk at 2am, and your mom was sitting up in the kitchen waiting for you? You'd try to pull it together and have a lucid conversation with her, but she could tell you were drunk like she had some 6th sense for it? It was almost as if there were a big sign over your head that said you were drunk or something.

10 comments:

Twig The Wonder Kid said...

I wondered how long it would take until I was on this blog.

Brian said...

She was the only one that didn't have sex later that night...

Anonymous said...

slanted and enchanted

little jordan said...

http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/wholesomejae/detail_image.jpg

municipal waste hat!

The said...

What has happened to Thrash Metal?

Emperor Justinian said...

I love that sweet proto-mustache!

Anonymous said...

ha! love that hat.

Anonymous said...

hey twig, if you give me a dollar i won't tell mum.

stevens said...

That mustache bums me out.

Anonymous said...

Drew, Kalie, Wait! Is that Mike Ray? And Cale?