please bear (ladies, not literally, i said bear not bare) with me if this edition of tuesday teen beatery is lacking in grammatically correctleness, morality, politically correctishtime or anything else that your eyes or brains may be sensitive to. i committed massive brain cell genocide this weekend and will likely never recover. that warning provided, i would like to introduce you to the men (and women) of palm springs:
this is hank, "hank the tank" to be more specific. we met him at the village pub. he was buff and although you can't see it had a ponytail neatly stacked upon his step cut. after this photo was taken, he promptly bench pressed tina. sweet hank.
i don't remember her name, but she was pretty much the sweetest person we met all weekend. and she was rockin some serious heel action on her feet. the unfortunate thing about this photo is this. see that rolled up dollar bill in the hand not about to grip the back of laurin's head? see it? well, in another photo, her lee press on nail is firmly implanting it in this guy's a$$.
and yes, that's fake.
but this one wasn't. just ask lily.
happy tuesday, everyone.
5 comments:
holy crap
bet you wish you went, don't you, steph? :)
dude... WHATEVER... my pal's wedding was equally as insane especially when gary tj (my date) stripped down to his purple undies with nothin' other than the world's greatest mustache on surrounded by bridemaids and the groom's catholic family. i just don't have any pics to show off.
next time you know to bring two dates. laurin for motorboating people and me to photograph it. lesson learned, dear stephanie.
i'm in dong shock.
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