These were the days
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on the hostel porch, enjoying our view. and black hats.
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im just going to go ahead and say it. jeff and dan thought they were the hole-ball guru's. but then me and mark were born and 21 years later we showed them that are hole-ball dicks are much bigger. |
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wearing your shorts like that makes you better. honest.
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oh drew, what will you do next
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those are tattoos. not wetsuits. dont be fooled! |
bens eating an apple. he has a tattoo. |
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thats what she said |
no girls allowed
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post-bulldog. (a bulldog is when you grab someones arm between their legs, pull it and simutaneously push their head into the ground with your elbow.) |
this how you properly stalk a seagull. 1in to the left and i would have had its legs in my hand.
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this is the new sober test. if you can do this, you're not drunk. nank can't do it. because he's fucking rocked. |
saras cleveage |
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friends are fun |
this is mark getting plowed on tequila and missing a crucial hole-ball shot. thats me dissapointed in mark. for life. |
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