This is about right...
as is this. Again, we're all sober.
I told Brooke on FB that her shirt tastes like My Little Pony Lumberjacks
Staged. We're available for hire at your next get together.
Security. This is what it looks like.
We're good customers. Someone broke a glass, so Kate cleaned it up. We're thoughtful.
Except for when we stand on the booths
|We don't really think planking is cool. We are mocking it.|
|Triple stack mockery|
Jennifer is *not* impressed.
|Apparently owling was in for a while, too. Mocked.|
If there is one thing I never tire of making fun of, it is the hipster obsession with mustaches and "cute" (no, ladies, it's really not) scrunchy faces in pictures.
Thanksgiving Day proper kind of sucked due to some family drama, so I'll just leave it with the Pre-Thanksgiving Friendsgiving. Oh, and here's a picture of Bobby, Chris, and Brooke the next morning, running their own lil' Turkey Trot around the neighborhood:
Right after this picture was taken, Kate and I hopped in the car for our own run- to Starbucks.