motherteresa

NYC is awesome, too bad my liver isn't in agreement.

Last night I convinced some random people we were talking to at some bar that Josh was Gonzoe and my younger, mentally challenged brother. I also had them believing that the reason that he kept telling them that he was from Orlando was due to the fact that the last time we took him out of the "home" was for a vacation at Disney World.

The night before Gonzoe picked up one of those plasma lamp things at another bar. I asked if he thought I should punch it and he thought it was a wonderful idea, so I did and it shattered glass everywhere. We had to exit quickly and are avoiding that particular bar for the remainder of the trip.

I am not a terrible person, but I'm not a good one either. I am, however, both awesome and fan-fucking-tastic.

Here are a couple of pictures thus far:

Here I am reinacting my powerful glass smashing punch.


Here's where things start to get fuzzy...well, for everyone else since I am the offical historian for the group.


Josh with fear in his eyes.


It's clear that JackSkellington3 thinks Gonzoe's ass looks delicious.


Here's the sexiest picture you will ever lay eyes on.

SGFL people know how to party no matter what state we are in.


So much anger, so little time


Lots more stories and pics to come...like why JackSkellington3 woke up with salt in his ear.

P.S. We have decided that hence forth my house will be referred to as the "Sloppy Taco Palace"