But hey, at least my balls aren't peeking out of my waistband all tight-and-shiny. (Matt, after you're done braining someone, you have to remember to put your luggage away!)
My friend Amy K has a "no photos after 4am" policy. I always used to chastise her for being a baby, but now that I'm looking at this picture of myself throwing up "hip hop hands" while wearing a vulture mask that's timestamped 4:47am, I'm beginning to see where she's coming from.
