Alex and I left Yetis’ party to go eat at my house.
A little snack before the feast.
Cheap noodles and the best sauce. I’m starving.
I had to spice up the sauce a little bit. (Olive oil is in the tall jar.)
While waiting, I span the wheel of fortune. Sadly, I didn’t get boys night out! Bummer!
Brunt is in Atlanta. He wasn’t here to enjoy this.
The aftermath. Alex and I killed the spaghetti. Food is much better when you’re drunk.
Breakfast?
Food hole is now upon me. There was a photo of Blisterfist, but I forgot to load it in.
Brunt takes a mean self-portrait.
Did you take a self portrait of you sleeping?
Yeah, i was sleep-blogging.
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