Dude, you're not the only one who doesn't remember these pictures being taken.

And, fuck yes, I do look pretty snazzy.

Whoa... and I thought Lucy the Assless Wonder my best friend had no ass.

Dude, I third that motion. I have no clue when this took place... it had to have been a while ago, because I lost those pants. I really liked those pants.

And, WTF is Russ wearing? It's like he took the wallpaper from that one room in Charlie & The Chocolate Factory and made it into a shirt. That is also the faggiest tie I've ever seen, hands down.

I'm pretty sure you third that 'notion'.

The last time I saw those pants was... the show we did in CHarlston. But I don't really remember what happened that night, either.

The tie is pretty fruity, I'll give you that.

Face, cuz. Fucking face.

Did I lose my pants at the show? Same here. Well, I vaguely remember a bunch of uppers, and that's about it.

I bet you twenty bucks he still has it. He probably plays dress up with it. Fuck, I can't get over how horrid it is!

Man, you know how I get on that shit, I was snow-blind.

I'd suggest raiding his room to find it, but I don't wanna know what else he keeps in there.

I told you the other day, and I'll only repeat myself once more: When aren't you completely fucked out of your mind? This is why we can't have nice things, Rick.

Screw that. You remember those Hello Kitty! barrettes Fallon thought it'd be funny to give to me? Well, I thought after Lia took it upon herself to give us all 'make-overs' that they just disappeared. Nope. They were on his dresser.

He probably wears them with the tie. Snerk.

Dude, you're just as bad if not worse! And I thought we couldn't have nice things because Russel walks around naked?

Oh, yea. Those were from FAllon? That's... weird. She's scary as hell man.

THe mental image of that is scarring.

I'm not the one that puts holes in the kitchen wall with a sledgehammer when all skeed up... Hence, you're worse off. And, dude, I told you we don't talk about that. You've never had to see the fucker up close when he's prancing around like that.

Fallon is the Devil. I'm dating the Devil's sister. I show up dead one day, it's because of her.

I'm never going to be able to look him in the eyes again.

Let's not get into this discussion. I'd hate to have to list some of the things you've done publicly.

Dude, I really don't think they'd ever find the body.

You don't need to, now that you've seen his junk.

Pffft, there is no list of which you speak. If one happens to surface, I'll destroy it. :D

That's probably true. She'd probably eat my dead body or something.

Don't think the fact that you're my only cousin, doesn't mean you can't be my least favourite cousin.

You know, I actually remember that night kind of. Yeah, I do. Wasn't that your birthday? Yeah, had to have been because somebody made jell-o shots with pure vodka, instead of half and half-water.

I'm pretty sure I took that first picture, come to think of it.

I'm gonna have to take your word on it, V.

I'm pretty sure that 'someone' was your sister.

As you should. When have I ever led you astray?

That does sound like something Tishie-poo would do. What would we do without her?

We'd have less toxic jello-shots, for sure.

Well what's the fun in that, my lovely little Ricky?

Spiffy ass tie, Russ.

And hey Ricky. I think you're wearing the shirt I shoved in the blender, that one time it was spewing margarita mix all over the kitchen and I couldn't get it to stop.

Most of the time I like to forget I live there, too. As in, I don't wanna be in your pics anyway, homos.

I stand behind my tie.




Literally. BAHA.

Fail Whale.

Still cracks me up.

Whaddaya call that? Paisley? Shiney lavender paisley. Assert that manhood, Russ.

I am all man, bro.

Lies and complete & utter bullshit.

Don't those mean the the same thing, jerkoff?

Yes. But your above statement is such a crock of shit... that it needed to be stated twice. Well, now three times.

I dunno what you're talking about, bro.

...hey, have you seen the Hello Kitty barrettes anywhere, fag?

Har, har. You're hilarious.

I think I remember you doing that. I still don't understand why just pressing the 'off' button wasn't the first solution that came to mind. Why are my clothes always used to clean/plug/stop things around the house?

Don't you worry, I'm sure there are some truly blackmail-worthy pics of you laying around somewhere.

Because a) I was blitzed out of my mind and b) does it matter? You'll still wear them afterward anyway.

Careful. I know where you sleep.

What can I say, that shirt smelt pleasantly of lime afterwards.

Stay out of my bedroom, you rapist.