happy birthday paul 12/3/2007

Terence and Mario met up with me after work, we ate at sidewalk and discussed 2 girls 1 finger, and we couldn't decide if it was worse than the original 2 girls 1 cup. Terence said he couldn't look after one girl scooped up some of her vomit off the floor and ate it cause she didn't get enough the first time around. Then they pass a log of poo back and forth in their mouths. Then we ate nachos.

He's got hydrogen psychosis, the crazy-eye!



T bag



After dinner we stopped by a gay bar around the corner to wish Paul a happy bday, i forgot to take a pic though. T-bag left to go home and bone his wife. Me and mario then went in search of some fun. We went to Lit where some Russian broad hit on Mario and a bunch of fat girls ruined songs via karaoke




The peace sign is still hot in russia apparently, along with the retard librarian look, awesome.


This is a pic of how the sock puppet is coming along, very poorly. Not knowing how to sew has become more a problem than i thought. fuck