Dec 242014
Merry Xmas Eve, my homies! I drank way too much wine (I know, I know, “too much” and “wine” don’t belong in a sentence together) and laughed way too hard at old pictures of Henry at Kelly’s house (she spoils me with vintage pictures of him, like when he went to the prom at some other school as a “favor” to some broad and conveniently has no memory of dancing to Total Eclipse of the Heart).
Henry got his (grown) nieces One Direction makeup palettes and they were a hit. Now I kind of wish he had bought one for me too.
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We’re on our way home now, behind a car with a “JAM2DMB” license plate. I’m excited to go to bed!
When I first looked at the Santa picture, I really thought it said Welcome to Boners. Really. So that was fitting.
That picture of Henry is too fucking much though! I can’t even handle it.
“and conveniently has no memory of dancing to Total Eclipse of the Heart.”
Right. Like he conveniently has no memory of knocking over that lady in the wheelchair at the Ted Nugent show. Furthermore, is that a pink tie to match some broad’s pink dress with puffy sleeves? We need the posed prom picture now!!!!!!!!!!
So, we were at the Pens game the other night and Henry, who was in a really jovial mood, randomly said something like, “That’s where I pushed that girl, but at the old arena” and I was like, “WHAT!?” and he pointed to the wall separating the ice from the seats and said, “Yeah, she was sitting on the wall, because the glass was down, and I was pissed because I couldn’t see so I pushed her off into the crowd below.” IT WAS A HUGE MOMENT!! But he still won’t admit that she was in a wheelchair.