Here's the kind of a thing we ran into outside our apartment on the walkway to and from the parking lot.
My friend Sam and I ran across this one day. Sam is a sweetheart and he was crashing at my place for Spring Break (he's from the gray horror that is Minnesota, the poor bastard). I'm pretty sure this photo is on Facebook and I'm tagged as the condom wrapper. I remember that, one night, after drinking, he apparently vomited all over himself and some sheets and, before I work up, washed everything and remade the bed (they were my sheets). I don't even care that it happened because the only way I would have known that this happened was when he told me not to worry, he cleaned the sheets and everything. My only thought was, "You puked last night?" God bless him.
Here is the "Tri-Pod." Need I say any more?
I will though. It was fucking retarded.
BONUS:
Here is Guest Cat Rocko stuck in a bookcase!
D'aw.
And it was the only good deed I did the rest of the day.
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