look at this chooch monkey on the far right~!

wearing his leather jacket and lilcking his lips.

chief, thinks he's sergio volante!

i mean we help the guy move back near us..and he still doesn't chill.



well sorry mr. donald trump. we all don't make multimillion dollar, 10-digit figures like you do. geez. the best i can do for you is give you a sock from the gap. i guess that's not even good enough, now is it?

excuse me for being a small plankton amongst the red lobster.

anyhow..there's so much going on in this pic.
a breakdown, shall we? [left to right]:

we have rj. what the hell is he laughing about? and why is he fisting the couch? geez...couldn't you wait till you got home to look at your fisting porn? you just had to replay that in your head, didn't you? youre amongst civilized people...actually, no youre not; it's just us. continue. [side note: i like how he tries to cover up his fisting obsession with a laugh. so when you view this picture, which is now, you tend to focus on his facial expression rather than his fist - deep into the crevass of the couch.

mr. john. you okay man? seems to me like someone's having a little more than a mild-mannered case of...[insert double armpit noise here] DIARRHEA [armpit chorus] DIARRHEA! (when you're sitting in your chevy and your pants are feeling heavy....)

some moron off the street. why am i always smiling?!! there's nothing funny even going on. some days, you guys just have to look me in the eye and say "jay, will you wipe that damn smile off from across your face, YOU STUPID PEE-HOLE!"
if you look closely, i guess i, too, have the urge to fist something. too bad the floor has no indentations. putz.

mark. him too. smiling. geez. knock that shit off.

mary anne. someone cant stop looking at someone. oh!

chooch-monkey. james. fondling my stylus. you likes? hopefully you did. yanno, i think, since me and you share the exact same birthday, God had an ultimate plan for us (no, not homosexual canadian marriage, you twat). he said to himself, "imma put two guys on this earth, on this day, in this year, in this part of the world. one will be the asshole, the other will take the brunt of the punishment that this asshole dishes out. for a balance of the world. this is the plan." ok, well maybe not in those exact words, i had to paraphrase...anyhow. thanks james. it's the balance. and again, i stress....stop taking me so damn seriously. geez. you've known me since what? grade 10?...11?? cut that shit out and just squeeze my knob. now there's a sign of true homies and longevity.