The aftermath of a party at my pal Julia's parents' place in the 70s (these are not her parents pictured). God, I wish it was the '70s. Everytime I go over to a nice dinner party and suggest a little swinging, everyone acts all huffy and stuckup. Like a little wife-swapping ever hurt anyone?
Jeez, it's 2012 people. If you're not a diaper-lover or wife-swapper, get over yourself. A little '70s partying might do you good.
If it's not immediately clear how British this guy is, I don't know how to explain British people to you.
I was just sent this stunning image from someone named Brittnay with this description:
My sister received this from her neighbor for Christmas; along with several paparazzi style snap shots of my unaware bro-in-law and niece while walking their dogs. Photographer or not, that’s fucking creepy.
On another note, I’m more of a Cannon girl myself. I found the Jesus to be difficult to operate.
Found this searching for "30th birthday", and it's depressing as hell. Old people are so excited by a chocolate fountain. Ok, I guess everyone is.
I guess I'm just a grouch, but nothing makes me more infuriated than people having whimsical fun with their families. If you want to have fun, get into parkour or take salsa lessons or something else super dumb and shitty. Don't try partying with your parents.
Ok ok ok ok ok! Jeez! We get it, mom - you're getting laid tonight. You and Aunt Tina don't have to hire a fucking skywriter, ok? We all get it.
As I wrote the title of that previous post, I had a weird feeling I had used that same phrase once before. Turns out, I did, for this post from July, 2008. Seemed appropriate to bring this cool dude out again for America's birthday:
"His favorite beer is Milkwaukee's Best. Check out his 12 pack stashed in the stairwell... I guess we all have a lot more in common with him than you thought, eh?"
