Get Togethers

[andcuriouser]

We don't call them parties. We call them "get togethers" because about 99.9999% of us are art school grads who are too classy to party, and so we get together to talk about culture!
At least, that's the pretense.


The building has a couch in the elevator. I'm looking at my shirt or something.



Matt laughing.



Matt frowning.



Matt looking for something.



Me, drunk, and ordering pizza. (You can see my freakish girl-paws)



Leaving a message for the hosts.



I take pictures of the dumbest things when I'm drunk.



It was a fun night.

 

[OUZBnd]

about that last picture...

 

[andcuriouser]

Yeah.

 

[lemon]

someone miss their target? :dunno

 

[andcuriouser]

Um, no, not really. But nevermind. Ahaha...

 

[OUZBnd]

it's icing, right?

 

[andcuriouser]

No.
Does it look like icing all that much?
It's yogurt. Charlotte put some in her mouth, and we told her it was spoiled and she sputtered it everywhere.

 

[lemon]

No.
Does it look like icing all that much?
It's yogurt. Charlotte put some in her mouth, and we told her it was spoiled and she sputtered it everywhere.

:rofl :rofl :rofl :funnah :funnah


:rofl wned

 

[andcuriouser]

I have no idea why she listened to us, anyway. Jessica and Erin weren't there at the moment, and it's their house. What would we know about their yogurt?

You can see my freak hands in the bath tub picture. I have the smallest hands known to mankind.

 

[Hurt911gen]

No.
Does it look like icing all that much?
It's yogurt. Charlotte put some in her mouth, and we told her it was spoiled and she sputtered it everywhere.

warn next time man. my balls just went into my lungs. geez