Graduation Party

Believe it or not, our planet badness protagonist is probably a college graduate. As soon as evidence arrives in the mail, you'll be the first to know, but since we didn't have the luxury of patience, my Mom threw a graduation party for a variety of reasons, one of those reasons being that I probably graduated. So, with out further ado, here's an innacurate depiction of what happened that day, May 24th.

The day started with a picture. Actually, I did some little things like eat, shower, and dress, but we don't have any pictures of that, which is okay because I'm pretty sure I don't have any Inmate Fangirls. At least, none that are actually girls. Anyways, I took the liberty of putting labels in this one so you know whos who.

Then we all decided to stop pretending to be normal and got comfortable.

I forget if gifts or cake came first, so I'm assuming gifts. Here I am inquisitively looking up the spelling of inquisitive--Err, I mean looking inside this dubious looking bag to see what I got.

Acquired DVD!
This one is actually an indie film called "Livin' The Life." It's about homies trying to collect cash and get rid of a dead body in their trunk.

Acquired Book!
Now I don't have to watch comedy central anymore.

Acquired Mug!
My mom has this thing about commemorative mugs for every situation. Anyways, get a good giggle out of my face. Now accept the horror that I over-express every emotion I can come up with. If I don't, people start to notice the fact that I haven't shaved, among other things.

Here I wondered what it would feel like to have the dubious bag on top of my head. You'll learn that any object that I take interest to eventually ends up on my head.

For no reason, heres Tony looking at Taco, and Taco looking at Tony. These photos come from Tony's digital camera, so the question to ask isn't why is the guy and the dog looking at each other, the question to ask is who was holding the camera and thought that this would make a great picture.

If gifts came first, then cake came next. This particular cake had some melted letters that were supposed to spell out Congratulations on it. Hidden on this cake was supposed to be subliminal message, but the guy who wrote it used the wrong color frosting.

Since I didn't like the message, I attacked the cake with a knife.

Note my firm, murderous grasp.

This is Mario (Fidzzy). He showed up late, so we punished him by taking a picture from such an angle that makes him look much heavier then he actually is. As I recall, the cake slice weighed a couple of ounces, which would make him weigh more while holding it.

I then proceeded to "Warm Up." I also watched the Homie movie.

Then we got to the bar, or "The Legion." We all had a drink and these two decided to look goofy for the camera. Mario, as always, stole the spotlight... and looked up at it.

I forget why, but Tony and I shook-fists at something.

This impressive mug (not commemorative) is my oldest brother Richie.

The other one is the infamous Robert. He wanted to start a fight.

But lost rather quickly.

Ladies with the wine, gentlemen with the Johnny Walker Black whiskey shots.
On three, 1...2...3, Cheers!