Aurora Borealis

rumor has it that if you look to the north tonight at around 11:00 pm (jersey time) you will see some northern lights.

where's my skully? my heads gonna be cold.


Comments

Number Mouth said…
you left it in my trunk yo
10:51 PM
Mr Anigans said…
oh yeah....that's the last time i'm going joy riding with you. stupid wheelwell.
12:04 AM
Number Mouth said…
Hey, you're the one who was all

"ooooo, let me ride in the trunk it will be so sweet dude pleaaaaaaase let me? Please? Hmm??? I swear I won't play with your shopping bags PLEASE ALLI PLEEEEEAASE????????!?!?!?"

so pshh, whatever, you asked for it
1:53 AM
Mr Anigans said…
yeah, but did you have to drive over every pothole in the state? i have to get the tire iron surgically removed from my rec....ahem...well removed...
3:45 AM
Number Mouth said…
I told you to leave your pants on
3:51 AM
Mr Anigans said…
well...sometimes the slacks need to come off.
3:56 AM
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