Alright from last to first, in our hood 7/11 is the only place open for food at 3am. Taquitos, of course the mexican likes them. It was my first time trying them, they were gross it was like meat paste was stuffed into a deep fried shell, ewwwww.
Some way Jorge got mustard all over his jacket while topping his hot dog.
Ian's house never gets cleaned so there are remenants from all the other parties lying around, for example this hat.
...this skirt
...this sign
Jorge can dance with anyone or anything.
The pointing dance
outfit complete
Group shot, "whose going to be the goalie?"
"What happened to your shirt?"
"It used to be a turtle neck"
"Of course"
This thing only lasted a few hours until it was squeezing my brain.