Monday, August 9

Fuck, Kill, or Marry?


Three hours on a bus can make you resort to weird ways of passing the time. This past weekend some friends and I crossed the border and spent the weekend in Alexandria Bay. We played a long game of Fuck, Kill or Marry and found out some creepy things about our taste in men and women. Here's a tattoo Lindsay drew for me on the way home, which is not indicative of my actual taste, but turned into a joke that lasted all weekend.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

HA! Who is that dreamboat?