My babes… (Taken with instagram)
I don’t know what face that is that I’m making, but this picture makes me lol.
(Source: kindoflikespitting)
I was digging for something in my prehistoric Hotmail account today when I found an e-mail from 2006 titled ‘Myrtle Beach’. I open the email and find a series of very unfortunate photos of myself. I was horrified, so of course I’m sharing them with the world.
I don’t recall the context of these. Not sure if I was shotgunning that beer or making out with it. But that does appear to be mooshoo vomit in the other. This may hurt my future political plans.
GPOYW (Baby Mooshoo Edition)
Apparently my parents used to dress me up as Judah Friedlander when I was a baby.
GPOYW - ‘How To Spot A Drunk Mooshoo’ Edition
So you think you’ve got a drunk Mooshoo on your hands? Well look for the signs:
1.) Is your Mooshoo’s eyes falling down? He’s not le tired, there’s a good chance he’s on his way to being wastey faced.
2.) Only Santa Claus and fat babies should have rosy cheeks. If your Mooshoo has rosy cheeks, you’re probably dealing with a drunken Mooshoo.
3.) Mooshoo’s don’t naturally have burning red hot ears. If yours does, keep your distance.
4.) Is your Mooshoo being overly affectionate but doing it all wrong? He drunk…or just lacking social skills.
5.) Is that beer? Is it pee? What is that? Don’t ask. You don’t want to know.
GPOYW - ‘Rubbing my ass all up on the Ghostbuster house’ Edition
Fun Fact: I’ve not washed it since.
Shopping with Mooshoo :) # umad?
That’s my “Ive been walking around this fucking mall for 6 hours and no longer give a shit” face.
