Be cool fool, they ain't gonna roll up, all they want is fuckin' donuts

Dinner.

Wait, what day is it? Scotty's? Oh, it's Wednesday.

Man of the hour, Kyle, mean muggin'. Happy Birthday, dewd.

Wait, Justin. You're back and 21!? And at the bar? TIIIIGHT!

SPORTS. Actually, Dan Bailey destroying everyone who steps to the table.

TAKE A PICTURE OF ME IN MY PRIIIME!!!!

The carnage after I destroyed the table. I was solids but it could have very easily been the other way around.

Kyle's birthday bash included a DJ.
-How do you feel about that Justin?

-...oh

HIPSTERS

-Ray, how you feelin' tonight?
-Just saved five lives. Doin' pretty well. Just need about 15 more whiskey and cokes in me and tonight will be perfect.

Babes with 'tude.

Kyle. Face. Anna's shirt is wet because of white t to the left of Justin. She threw her drink at him afterwards. Ain't nuthin' ta fuck with.

MUSTACHEFU! Double fistin' dranks. yart yart yart yart yart yart

Rad dude Dustyn. CHONG.

Later my dudes.