Its a New Year. As soon as all the shit that got smashed and used up gets hauled the fuck away to Jersey to rot.

HAPPY NEW YEARS!

Here. Forever.

wow

class in a glass you say? well a full bottle each to start, jesus, i dunno, that kind of math gives nerds fevered night terrors.

our girls having a hell of a time and kissing wolf in stereo to boot.

our girl sammy. scrunching up her pretty face and playing shark.

Grizzley Adams, wearing her clothing and her lips on his face. the man is an enigma wrapped in a drunk.

Tommy boy and the lovely lady that made him a man. a man called tommy boy. irony. its called irony.

New Year.

for some reason this just look like good old fashioned back stage rock and roll. it isnt, but it looks like it to me. Crozier. you clean up real nice.

I dont know when it was exactly that Pam got too beautiful to feel safe next to andy, but man.... its pretty damn clear now. I say God Damn, Pam.

andy, you and that gun are two parts drunk and two parts genius

the guy who brought the gun

a bottle called Sniper. for Headshots. its called Hilarious, if you werent lucky enough to taste the vodka and go a little blind from it.

the easiest way to make a pretty girl even prettier, put her next to andy. also the easiest way to scare a pretty girl.

drunk snipers. even drunk, when he used two hoodies to "camo" everything but his eye, I pee'd a little.

them eyes are rolling back

tell me you dont love this lil angel. thats right, motherfucker, i want you to lie to me.