Wednesday night's drinking session led to a pretty awesome decision to shave skullets into our domes.
No turning back now
Learning the art of the comb-over
Out of beer. Moving onto champagne left in the fridge since New Year's Eve
Learning the wild-eyed creepy guy with the cat look
debonnaire wrapped in a fine dressing of suave
I think this dood sang for that shitty Prodigy band
Ol' man Dwithers. Welcome to the future.