Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Happy Birthday, Peter Hughes...
yesterday was my youngest brothers birthday. his name is peter hughes, and these are some of my favorite memories of growing up with him.
PETER DONALD DUCK SUPERMAN HUGHES
1. yeah, he actually used to tell people that his name was "peter donald duck superman hughes". his middle name is donald. the "duck superman" portion was something he came up with on his own. evil genius.
2. he used to go door-to-door in our neighborhood completely naked (swansea road) (golden ghetto) (gangster) asking people if they wanted to "draw" him.
3. the first time i saw him making out with another man, i was kinda freaked out. but then i realized that it was his life and he should live it however he chooses.
4. one time when he was twelve, we found him in my moms bathrobe, rolling around in dog poop in the back yard. when we asked him what he was doing, he said "research". when we asked him what he was researching, he said "THE FUTURE".
5. once when he was somewhere around eight years old, he invented his own superhero named "shamberstar". he used to run around the house in a t-shirt that he had written "shamberstar" on pretending he was saving the world. or something.
oh also, only numbers 1 and 5 are actually true.
happy birthday, weenusface.
PETER DONALD DUCK SUPERMAN HUGHES
1. yeah, he actually used to tell people that his name was "peter donald duck superman hughes". his middle name is donald. the "duck superman" portion was something he came up with on his own. evil genius.
2. he used to go door-to-door in our neighborhood completely naked (swansea road) (golden ghetto) (gangster) asking people if they wanted to "draw" him.
3. the first time i saw him making out with another man, i was kinda freaked out. but then i realized that it was his life and he should live it however he chooses.
4. one time when he was twelve, we found him in my moms bathrobe, rolling around in dog poop in the back yard. when we asked him what he was doing, he said "research". when we asked him what he was researching, he said "THE FUTURE".
5. once when he was somewhere around eight years old, he invented his own superhero named "shamberstar". he used to run around the house in a t-shirt that he had written "shamberstar" on pretending he was saving the world. or something.
oh also, only numbers 1 and 5 are actually true.
happy birthday, weenusface.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Upper Arlington Class of 2000 - Sophomore Year...
well look what i found last night - my yearbook from sophomore year of high school. oh, and look - those little blurbs that i never noticed before are in this edition as well.
sucks to be you.
UPPER ARLINGTON CLASS OF 2000 - SOPHOMORE YEAR
my name is kathleen turner, and i hope that bangs dont come back in style in ten years and remind me of what a giant weirdo i looked like for the first eighteen years of my life. I AM WEARING SEVEN NECKLACES!!!!!!!!
oooooo da billy waggs show. you all be sorry in six years when da billy waggs play in the NBA and you get nothing from billy because you make fun of da billy waggs all the time. da billy waggs cry at night into pillow that the billy waggs drew picture of eric montross face on. billy waggs sad!
task #1 - acquire tightest undershirt known to man. task #2 - acquire loosest overshirt in the universe. task #3 - super gay yearbook picture. my name is brian zigler. all tasks accomplished.
hey - its me, TJ. aside from my new hobby of making faces that cause me to resemble tyler hansbrough, im definitely still in the serial raping business. my sophomore year roofies are twice as powerful as my freshman year roofies, so i have that going for me. which is nice.
hey its me sonya again. the theme of this haircut is "if i dye it blue, it will probably look like some sort of wig a drunk 47 year old would wear in las vegas". i stole this shirt from abe vigoda.
hi my name is alison, and i figure if my future career doesnt work out, i could always sell my hair to pet stores. because it looks like something a family of hermit crabs might be interested in calling home.
its me shane olson, and when im not busy shopping for the hottest new denim shirts on the planet, i spend my time practicing smiling and smelling at the same time. its harder than it looks, kids.
NOTE FROM THE SUPERINTENDANT OF UPPER ARLINGTON CITY SCHOOLS: congrats to sean ryan, the winner of an unprecedented TENTH straight "gayest looking fag" award, given out every year to the gayest looking fag in the entire school district.
hi, my name is rochelle, and when im not secretly playing professional hockey under the code name "jaromir jagr", i spend most of my time borrowing shirts from my grandmother.
my name is rob, and i am slightly intrigued.
phil miller here, and i swear on everything holy that if i have to have my picture in ONE MORE yearbook under david mcmasters and his flock-of-seagulls-haircut, i am going to start killing hostages.
.......got any weed? ehh?
my name is paige gydosh, and i am slightly less of a bitch now than i was freshman year. but only slightly. probably not even enough that you would notice anything was different. i am still a bitch.
in UA? yeah, right.
yes, virginia - it is possible to get stoned if you look at a yearbook picture long enough.
hey its me, luke. i wanted to remind you that every time you litter, i am forced by law to stare out into the distance like this and shed a single tear down my cheek. i am a native american.
BREAKING NEWS: upper arlington, ohio - morgan hughes, in a last minute stunner, has won the "gayest looking fag" award from sean ryan, snapping an amazing ten year run. congrats, morgan - you are truly a gay lokoing fag.
hi my name is lindsay cowbreath, and i have red hair and blue eyes and therefore, no soul. or eyebrows.
my name is alex, and the saddest thing that can happen to a kid is when you are sitting in front of the camera to get your yearbook picture taken, and someone starts making out with the love of your life right in front of you and then the camera guy takes the picture and he wont let you retake it. i hate it when that happens.
hey its me, kim! i am happy! kinda.
I AM WEARING SEVEN NECKLACES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
hey its me josh, and you cant really tell by looking at this picture, but i am REALLY into playing nintendo 64. oh wait, you can absolutely tell that by looking at this picture.
hey alison jacquot here, and i have officially taken over the title of "person who most looks like they are making dump and weenus in their pants" from rob wheaton this school year. thanks to everyone who made this possible!
oh, hey. its me, ian maute, and no big deal - im just sittin' here thinking about maybe cutting down a few trees after school today. whats that? you didnt hear? im a confident lumberjack.
i was told that today was nationl "growl like a sinister wolf" day. was that not true?
my name is dave, and i know this is completely off-topic, but on the weekends i do stunts for little richard in gay movies. see ya!
me aaron deubner, me play joke. me put pee-pee in your coke.
the worst thing that can happen to a kid is when over the years you slowly turn into a turlte and there is nothing you can do about it. i hate it when that happens.
is it just me, or does deubner look like a sterotypical chinese man from a early 1950s looney tunes cartoon this school year? oh wait, you just made that joke. sorry.
this sweater makes me look like im in a fashionable prison! and i like that!
this sweater makes me look like i am in a less fashionable prison. and i dont like that.
they just cancelled "animaniacs". so, no, i wont be smiling for your stupid picture. i hate my life.
you know what would really suck? if i looked exactly like this fourteen years from now.
it takes a lot of balls to wear three shirts with a bowlcut. giant, fantastic, glorious balls. hit me up on my pager, ladies.
I AM WEARING SIX LESS NECKLACES THAN KATHLEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!
sucks to be you.
UPPER ARLINGTON CLASS OF 2000 - SOPHOMORE YEAR
my name is kathleen turner, and i hope that bangs dont come back in style in ten years and remind me of what a giant weirdo i looked like for the first eighteen years of my life. I AM WEARING SEVEN NECKLACES!!!!!!!!
oooooo da billy waggs show. you all be sorry in six years when da billy waggs play in the NBA and you get nothing from billy because you make fun of da billy waggs all the time. da billy waggs cry at night into pillow that the billy waggs drew picture of eric montross face on. billy waggs sad!
task #1 - acquire tightest undershirt known to man. task #2 - acquire loosest overshirt in the universe. task #3 - super gay yearbook picture. my name is brian zigler. all tasks accomplished.
hey - its me, TJ. aside from my new hobby of making faces that cause me to resemble tyler hansbrough, im definitely still in the serial raping business. my sophomore year roofies are twice as powerful as my freshman year roofies, so i have that going for me. which is nice.
hey its me sonya again. the theme of this haircut is "if i dye it blue, it will probably look like some sort of wig a drunk 47 year old would wear in las vegas". i stole this shirt from abe vigoda.
hi my name is alison, and i figure if my future career doesnt work out, i could always sell my hair to pet stores. because it looks like something a family of hermit crabs might be interested in calling home.
its me shane olson, and when im not busy shopping for the hottest new denim shirts on the planet, i spend my time practicing smiling and smelling at the same time. its harder than it looks, kids.
NOTE FROM THE SUPERINTENDANT OF UPPER ARLINGTON CITY SCHOOLS: congrats to sean ryan, the winner of an unprecedented TENTH straight "gayest looking fag" award, given out every year to the gayest looking fag in the entire school district.
hi, my name is rochelle, and when im not secretly playing professional hockey under the code name "jaromir jagr", i spend most of my time borrowing shirts from my grandmother.
my name is rob, and i am slightly intrigued.
phil miller here, and i swear on everything holy that if i have to have my picture in ONE MORE yearbook under david mcmasters and his flock-of-seagulls-haircut, i am going to start killing hostages.
.......got any weed? ehh?
my name is paige gydosh, and i am slightly less of a bitch now than i was freshman year. but only slightly. probably not even enough that you would notice anything was different. i am still a bitch.
in UA? yeah, right.
yes, virginia - it is possible to get stoned if you look at a yearbook picture long enough.
hey its me, luke. i wanted to remind you that every time you litter, i am forced by law to stare out into the distance like this and shed a single tear down my cheek. i am a native american.
BREAKING NEWS: upper arlington, ohio - morgan hughes, in a last minute stunner, has won the "gayest looking fag" award from sean ryan, snapping an amazing ten year run. congrats, morgan - you are truly a gay lokoing fag.
hi my name is lindsay cowbreath, and i have red hair and blue eyes and therefore, no soul. or eyebrows.
my name is alex, and the saddest thing that can happen to a kid is when you are sitting in front of the camera to get your yearbook picture taken, and someone starts making out with the love of your life right in front of you and then the camera guy takes the picture and he wont let you retake it. i hate it when that happens.
hey its me, kim! i am happy! kinda.
I AM WEARING SEVEN NECKLACES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
hey its me josh, and you cant really tell by looking at this picture, but i am REALLY into playing nintendo 64. oh wait, you can absolutely tell that by looking at this picture.
hey alison jacquot here, and i have officially taken over the title of "person who most looks like they are making dump and weenus in their pants" from rob wheaton this school year. thanks to everyone who made this possible!
oh, hey. its me, ian maute, and no big deal - im just sittin' here thinking about maybe cutting down a few trees after school today. whats that? you didnt hear? im a confident lumberjack.
i was told that today was nationl "growl like a sinister wolf" day. was that not true?
my name is dave, and i know this is completely off-topic, but on the weekends i do stunts for little richard in gay movies. see ya!
me aaron deubner, me play joke. me put pee-pee in your coke.
the worst thing that can happen to a kid is when over the years you slowly turn into a turlte and there is nothing you can do about it. i hate it when that happens.
is it just me, or does deubner look like a sterotypical chinese man from a early 1950s looney tunes cartoon this school year? oh wait, you just made that joke. sorry.
this sweater makes me look like im in a fashionable prison! and i like that!
this sweater makes me look like i am in a less fashionable prison. and i dont like that.
they just cancelled "animaniacs". so, no, i wont be smiling for your stupid picture. i hate my life.
you know what would really suck? if i looked exactly like this fourteen years from now.
it takes a lot of balls to wear three shirts with a bowlcut. giant, fantastic, glorious balls. hit me up on my pager, ladies.
I AM WEARING SIX LESS NECKLACES THAN KATHLEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Getting More Out Of Your Life...
in todays american economic climate, its important to not set your goals too low. many people look at their bleak financial outlook and think theres not much they can do but bide their time and make minimum payments on those credit cards they maxed out following justin bieber around on his tour during the spring of 2003 when he was negative seven years old.
TIPS FOR BEING GOOD AND HAVING IT ALL
* invest in a full length mirror for your bedroom. its always good to have a general idea of what you look like as a whole before you head out for the day. when you have an extra couple of minutes on a friday night, strip down completely naked, stand in front of the mirror with a knife, and see what happens. as the blood begins to pool on the ground, tell yourself that youll never let him hurt you ever again.
* grab the dog, pack an overnight bag, and take a road trip for the weekend by yourself. where will you go? it doesnt matter - just go. road trips are an excellent way to unwind after a particularly stressful week at work. when you arrive at your destination, get hired as a bouncer at a local bar that is known for its dangerous and shifty patrons. change your name to dalton. kick the living shit out of everyone you see. pain dont hurt.
* if theres one thing all people can respect, its someone that breaks into their house in the middle of the night with a machine gun. they have to respect that. they dont have a choice.
* get to know your boyfriend better. its likely that you may not know everything there is to know about him. ask him what his hopes and fears are. see if you share some of the same dreams for your futures. when you inevitably find out that he is sleeping with your sister, you cant really be all that pissed off. its your fault for asking. this line of questioning is exactly the stress inducing crap that led him to sleep around in the first place. you have a lot of nerve.
* remember to stop and smell the roses - literally. take a walk in a public park, or down by a secluded lake. wanna see a dead body?
* make it a point to visit a local retirement home and talk with members of the greatest generation while you still have the chance. listen to their stories, and learn from their experiences. really soak in the time you spend with them. and if they try to get fresh with you (which they will), shoot them in the face with a harpoon gun.
* chances are pretty good that at this point in your life you have a few illegitimate children running around somewhere. chances are excellent that now, more than ever, the illegal human slave industry is really starting to gain momentum. im not telling you what to do here. all im saying is that there is money to be made.
* with every bottle of milk you let your (human) baby eat, make sure there is a little whiskey in there. gradually increase the amount throughout his or her life. by the time that kid is eleven, they will be unstoppable at drinking games. and this is when you strike. strike at what? strike where? it doesnt matter. just get it done.
* hospitals are an excellent source of vitamins and minerals and money, and are just waiting to be cultivated into an area of intense focus and strategy. plan ahead and get to know where you would best fit in. dont be afraid to be yourself amongst the hundred of applicants. start a plan and follow thorough. if you dont understand the point i am trying to make, you arent smoking nearly as much crystal meth as we decided you would. and thats a you problem.
* try to incorporate more fruits and vegetables in your diet. there is nothing better than a fruit salad on a warm summer afternoon. try adding yummy veggies to your everyday diet and things you already eat. put sprouts on your turkey sandwiches. add some spinach into your pasta. tie a belt around your neck until you get lightheaded. scream into a pillow and punch holes into your ceiling with a serving spoon. tell yourself that youll never let him hurt you ever again.
good luck!
TIPS FOR BEING GOOD AND HAVING IT ALL
* invest in a full length mirror for your bedroom. its always good to have a general idea of what you look like as a whole before you head out for the day. when you have an extra couple of minutes on a friday night, strip down completely naked, stand in front of the mirror with a knife, and see what happens. as the blood begins to pool on the ground, tell yourself that youll never let him hurt you ever again.
* grab the dog, pack an overnight bag, and take a road trip for the weekend by yourself. where will you go? it doesnt matter - just go. road trips are an excellent way to unwind after a particularly stressful week at work. when you arrive at your destination, get hired as a bouncer at a local bar that is known for its dangerous and shifty patrons. change your name to dalton. kick the living shit out of everyone you see. pain dont hurt.
* if theres one thing all people can respect, its someone that breaks into their house in the middle of the night with a machine gun. they have to respect that. they dont have a choice.
* get to know your boyfriend better. its likely that you may not know everything there is to know about him. ask him what his hopes and fears are. see if you share some of the same dreams for your futures. when you inevitably find out that he is sleeping with your sister, you cant really be all that pissed off. its your fault for asking. this line of questioning is exactly the stress inducing crap that led him to sleep around in the first place. you have a lot of nerve.
* remember to stop and smell the roses - literally. take a walk in a public park, or down by a secluded lake. wanna see a dead body?
* make it a point to visit a local retirement home and talk with members of the greatest generation while you still have the chance. listen to their stories, and learn from their experiences. really soak in the time you spend with them. and if they try to get fresh with you (which they will), shoot them in the face with a harpoon gun.
* chances are pretty good that at this point in your life you have a few illegitimate children running around somewhere. chances are excellent that now, more than ever, the illegal human slave industry is really starting to gain momentum. im not telling you what to do here. all im saying is that there is money to be made.
* with every bottle of milk you let your (human) baby eat, make sure there is a little whiskey in there. gradually increase the amount throughout his or her life. by the time that kid is eleven, they will be unstoppable at drinking games. and this is when you strike. strike at what? strike where? it doesnt matter. just get it done.
* hospitals are an excellent source of vitamins and minerals and money, and are just waiting to be cultivated into an area of intense focus and strategy. plan ahead and get to know where you would best fit in. dont be afraid to be yourself amongst the hundred of applicants. start a plan and follow thorough. if you dont understand the point i am trying to make, you arent smoking nearly as much crystal meth as we decided you would. and thats a you problem.
* try to incorporate more fruits and vegetables in your diet. there is nothing better than a fruit salad on a warm summer afternoon. try adding yummy veggies to your everyday diet and things you already eat. put sprouts on your turkey sandwiches. add some spinach into your pasta. tie a belt around your neck until you get lightheaded. scream into a pillow and punch holes into your ceiling with a serving spoon. tell yourself that youll never let him hurt you ever again.
good luck!
Friday, April 16, 2010
Upper Arlington Class of 2000...
welcome to team secret falcon. a funny thing happened last night. i found my yearbook from freshman year of high school.
whats even funnier is that i never noticed the little blurbs about everyone that UAHS listed below each of the student pictures - you know, so fifty years from now we would all remember what type of people we were in the year 1996.
here are just a few.
THE UPPER ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLASS OF 2000 - FRESHMAN YEAR
hello, my name is brian. last night while i was sleeping, my sister lindsey took a lighter and tried to burn off all of the hair on my head. fortunately i woke up, but not before she got most of the hair that should be covering my forehead. also, plaid shirts are super hot right now. cant wait for football season!
1. ooooo billy waggs.
2. i hope 14 years from now that morgan hughes doesnt have this exact same haircut.
3. i dont know if you can tell from this picture or not, but i am a sexual force of nature. wait, oh yeah, you totally can.
4. i have to go make out with erin kelly in the bathroom of the BP station on olentangy river road now. bye.
hi, my name is TJ and, as you can tell from my picture, i have feelings. the slight head-tilt says that i will listen to your fears with an open mind and a willing heart. the shirt and tie tells you that someday i will be a good provider. the roofies in my pocket says that this is going to happen whether you want it to or not.
i am the ghost of peter svendsen.
hi there you guys. its me, ashley. i just had a sip of this mountain dew that TJ gave me, and im feeling a little sleepy. he said i can take a nap in his room. thanks, TJ!
im sonya, and this hemp necklace and these braces mean that is party time.
my name is alison, and if you ask me, the toughest part about high school thus far has been not being able to fit my hair through most doorways here at UAHS.
my name is shane, and last night was pretty weird. i woke up in the middle of the night and lindsey zigler was standing over me with a lighter and my room smelled like burnt hair. whats up with that?
my name is sam and i agree with zigler. plaid shirts are all the rage!
the name is rochelle, and i fear that soon my hair will completely take over my entire face. i cant do anything about it. i cut it, and it still looks like this. sometimes i wake up from taking a quick nap, and my bangs are trying to claw out my eyeballs. high school is rough.
my name is rob, and right now at this very second i am making a huge dump in my pants.
hi, its phil miller. im seven years old and i like candy. and by candy, i mean drugs.
paige gydosh here, and when im not crushing morgans dreams of going to freshman year homecoming, i like to act like a snooty bitch at all times. what, you dont like it? well why dont you take those immitation tommy hilfiger socks and walk your cheap ass back to the golden ghetto where you belong.
hi its me, morgan hughes. a couple things you should know about me - first, i hate paige gydosh. second, i sold roofies to TJ and i am one-hundred percent convinced that he is a serial rapist. lastly, it is entirely likely that i came out of the womb looking like this, i will look almost exactly like this when i am 28, and will probably look like this at age 73. also, phil miller likes candy. and by candy, i mean drugs.
lindsay cowbreath here, and when im not busy making out with six-eight-nate in sams basement, i like to plaster my hair to the side of my head and make stupid faces for school pictures. did anyone else notice that rob smells like he just made a dump in his pants?
my name is alex, and i love plaid shirts. i just got done shooting the lead role for the major motion picture "rudy", and i am very much looking forward to "eating candy" with phil sometime in the near future. where did ashley and TJ disappear to?
does rob honestly think that no one is aware that he just made dump in his pants? i mean, come on. its not like this is the first time its happened.
hello everyone, my name is kathleen turner and i know what you are asking yourself. yes, that is a candy necklace, and no you may not have a bite. nothing else about this picture is funny at all. nope. nothing.
hi, ian maute here. you know, a lot of people used to tell me that i would never be able to pull off the bowl-cut-parted-down-the-middle look. looks like i showed them.
aaron deuber here, though you may know me by the codename "ac slater" or "that mexican kid who plays soccer". just so you know, i borrowed this shirt from weird al yankovich.
hi its me cory, and something that is going on in the background that you cant see is slightly funny. BUT ONLY SLIGHTLY.
i am a six year old branson nye and i just snuck into the high school! dont tell anyone! secrets!
hi its me, kristen bernon, and when im not on tour as the drummer for the band hanson, i am often wearing enormous hemp necklaces that are roughly the size of my face. TJ is a rapist.
my name is ally, and ARE YOU KIDDING ME DID YOU SEE KATHLEENS PICTURE???? DID HER PARENTS SERIOUSLY LET HER OUT OF THE HOUSE LOOKING LIKE THAT????
whats even funnier is that i never noticed the little blurbs about everyone that UAHS listed below each of the student pictures - you know, so fifty years from now we would all remember what type of people we were in the year 1996.
here are just a few.
THE UPPER ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLASS OF 2000 - FRESHMAN YEAR
hello, my name is brian. last night while i was sleeping, my sister lindsey took a lighter and tried to burn off all of the hair on my head. fortunately i woke up, but not before she got most of the hair that should be covering my forehead. also, plaid shirts are super hot right now. cant wait for football season!
1. ooooo billy waggs.
2. i hope 14 years from now that morgan hughes doesnt have this exact same haircut.
3. i dont know if you can tell from this picture or not, but i am a sexual force of nature. wait, oh yeah, you totally can.
4. i have to go make out with erin kelly in the bathroom of the BP station on olentangy river road now. bye.
hi, my name is TJ and, as you can tell from my picture, i have feelings. the slight head-tilt says that i will listen to your fears with an open mind and a willing heart. the shirt and tie tells you that someday i will be a good provider. the roofies in my pocket says that this is going to happen whether you want it to or not.
i am the ghost of peter svendsen.
hi there you guys. its me, ashley. i just had a sip of this mountain dew that TJ gave me, and im feeling a little sleepy. he said i can take a nap in his room. thanks, TJ!
im sonya, and this hemp necklace and these braces mean that is party time.
my name is alison, and if you ask me, the toughest part about high school thus far has been not being able to fit my hair through most doorways here at UAHS.
my name is shane, and last night was pretty weird. i woke up in the middle of the night and lindsey zigler was standing over me with a lighter and my room smelled like burnt hair. whats up with that?
my name is sam and i agree with zigler. plaid shirts are all the rage!
the name is rochelle, and i fear that soon my hair will completely take over my entire face. i cant do anything about it. i cut it, and it still looks like this. sometimes i wake up from taking a quick nap, and my bangs are trying to claw out my eyeballs. high school is rough.
my name is rob, and right now at this very second i am making a huge dump in my pants.
hi, its phil miller. im seven years old and i like candy. and by candy, i mean drugs.
paige gydosh here, and when im not crushing morgans dreams of going to freshman year homecoming, i like to act like a snooty bitch at all times. what, you dont like it? well why dont you take those immitation tommy hilfiger socks and walk your cheap ass back to the golden ghetto where you belong.
hi its me, morgan hughes. a couple things you should know about me - first, i hate paige gydosh. second, i sold roofies to TJ and i am one-hundred percent convinced that he is a serial rapist. lastly, it is entirely likely that i came out of the womb looking like this, i will look almost exactly like this when i am 28, and will probably look like this at age 73. also, phil miller likes candy. and by candy, i mean drugs.
lindsay cowbreath here, and when im not busy making out with six-eight-nate in sams basement, i like to plaster my hair to the side of my head and make stupid faces for school pictures. did anyone else notice that rob smells like he just made a dump in his pants?
my name is alex, and i love plaid shirts. i just got done shooting the lead role for the major motion picture "rudy", and i am very much looking forward to "eating candy" with phil sometime in the near future. where did ashley and TJ disappear to?
does rob honestly think that no one is aware that he just made dump in his pants? i mean, come on. its not like this is the first time its happened.
hello everyone, my name is kathleen turner and i know what you are asking yourself. yes, that is a candy necklace, and no you may not have a bite. nothing else about this picture is funny at all. nope. nothing.
hi, ian maute here. you know, a lot of people used to tell me that i would never be able to pull off the bowl-cut-parted-down-the-middle look. looks like i showed them.
aaron deuber here, though you may know me by the codename "ac slater" or "that mexican kid who plays soccer". just so you know, i borrowed this shirt from weird al yankovich.
hi its me cory, and something that is going on in the background that you cant see is slightly funny. BUT ONLY SLIGHTLY.
i am a six year old branson nye and i just snuck into the high school! dont tell anyone! secrets!
hi its me, kristen bernon, and when im not on tour as the drummer for the band hanson, i am often wearing enormous hemp necklaces that are roughly the size of my face. TJ is a rapist.
my name is ally, and ARE YOU KIDDING ME DID YOU SEE KATHLEENS PICTURE???? DID HER PARENTS SERIOUSLY LET HER OUT OF THE HOUSE LOOKING LIKE THAT????
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