AWKWARD SMILES, DRUNK FACES AND BRIGHT FLASHES.

chin(s) up, we have a life to live. so let's g'head, and live it.

PHOTO FRIDAY

GRIPPIN GRAIN # 9


my ride or die til 6 in the morning.


the party has officially started.


my favorite mongloid. this girl is half asian, can you tell?!


my favorite dude on the radio! love you nigel.


patron filled flasks in pockets mean good times forever.


i smell hip hop.


now that's a good look.


concealer malfunctions make for embarrassing photos.


in the midst of beer guzzling and champagne rain.


tim doing the damn thing.


DIPSET DIPSET DIPSET!


cousins


so much dipset love


the looks on tim and joe's faces tell me that me hopping on stage is clearly a good time


singing lyrics to each other has never been so much fun


i have the most un-attractive drunk candids in the universe.


see what i mean?! this is botch almost falling off a table.


my love, aggie:)


"soo how do you like the party nigel?!" "botcho, i've been to every single one, and we always hang out, you've always just been too drunk to remember." "ah, rage on"




ouch:( that pile in the corner was nigel and i trying to clean our rage area.. clearly, it didn't work.


"you know botch is done when the tongue comes out"


fack.


we're cousins. together we make one filipino, a quarter of a ukrainian, half a french, and a quarter of a native:)


suspect. hahah.


double suspect.




belmont break with maryjane.


MITCH!


THUMBS UPS!




dipsets.


"OOHHH NOOO. i only have five dollars left."


there's always a way for more alcohol.




can't end the night without mcdonald's.

shoutouts to everyone in life supporting me through the rough ride right now. you guys are the strongest rocks of my foundation, and for that, i send love. xoxoxo

CHAMPAGNE FOR MY REAL FRIENDS, REAL PAIN FOR MY SHAM FRIENDS.

A TOAST, TO GOD, AND TO A SHOT OF SCOTCH.

GRIPPIN GRAIN

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so we were able to post-pone roadtrips back to toronto (AHHH SAD LIFE) which was GREAT.. because this way alex and i could attend grippin grain. lonnie always throws it down (well done bud), and so do the rest of the grippin grain djs. i'm going to go ahead and say that this is officially the best party out there, and i've done my share of travelling. the night was a gong show, filled with too much beer, hot weather, and a lot of bad attitudes. shove your snickers down your fucking throat before i bash your head in. DIDNT MATTER THOUGH, all that mattered was the endless supply of beer, and of course.. the music.


sober! just kidding.


REXDALE TORONTO WINNIPEG!


my boy! tearing the place to fucking shreds.


welcome back to winnipeg:)


when it comes to ariel, i always miss.


ALWAYS.


there it is! drugs rock.


gettin hammed.


lovvvvveee donivin!


moe in the buildin!


we danced on tables and chairs and broke things.


gong show.


cudder.


extreme mouth close ups


siiickkk shirt, at a siiick hip hop party.


pootsies!


you should already know her by now!


craziest most insane irrational vulgar sloppy yell at each other couple on the block.. and i love him.


always top off the night with mcdonalds. bacon cheeseburger in my fuckin belly son.