Is it just me, or would Elizadeath be a perfect match for this kid!? Nothing says rebounding from a hermaphrodite like dating Elizadeath. Let’s go over this kids check list with her in mind.
Tall? Nope.
Model? Ehh not so much.
Fake tan? Nope, pale as a ghost.
Dark hair? Is blonde considered dark?
Cat Lover? I know she loves cats, so Mr. Whiskers will be all set!
Elizadeath, what are you waiting for?? Get your best vampire outfit on and find this guy!!
So Elizadeath is in Mexico right now, soaking up the warm sun, while it remains in the 40s in Boston. Naturally, I’m a little jealous, because I’d love to break out the shorts and tank tops and sip coronas on the beach. But instead, I’m still hoodied up with a cold runny nose. How does this make me an evil cousin? Well, on Friday when riding the bus home from work, this girl sat next to me with an INTENSE toe thumb. I immediately snapped a picture and texted it to Elizadeath in hopes that she received it while drinking a Mai Tai, spit out her drink, threw up everywhere, and had to be bedridden for the remainder of her trip. Okay, I really don’t hope that happens, but I hope she got a good dry heave and a laugh out of this picture, just like I did.
Warning. Vomit area ahead.
GAG!!!
Is Elizadeath photobombing the two dudes? OR are the two dudes photobombing Elizadeath!? This is like an MC Escher painting. I can’t tell which way is up and which is down. All I know, she is rocking some frosty ice on her wrist.
Mom stop reading right now. STOP READING. If I get a call from you later, I’m not listening because I warned you.
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last warning.
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Okay. As Elizadeath alluded to earlier, I did get a new tattoo this weekend. It’s a shoulder piece, that will be more of a half sleeve once the color gets added into it, of the view from her backyard. You may think that is totally odd, but I spent a good portion of my life up at her house, so it definitely has a sentimental meaning to me. Not to mention, the view looks like fucking heaven. I spent about 3 hours in the chair on Saturday, and have another 4 to go before it is complete. Without further ado….
here’s the inspiration for reference:
I found the secret to making yourself feel better.
It doesn’t involve dieting.
Or working out.
Or really anything, other than your eyes (and maybe a scanner and a Mom that knows how to use it).
It is…
…looking at your high school senior class picture:
I seriously have not been able to stop laughing looking at this!
Between the hideous corduroy blazer and, what I’m assuming, is a Limited Too top underneath, it’s just a straight up hot mess. Not to mention the fucking tree. Who said that was a good idea? And the funny thing is, 2 of my brothers have a peek-a-boo tree shot along with well over 2/3rds of my senior class.
Anyways, if you want to feel better about yourself, I suggest you ask your mom to scan you senior photo and send it to you. Unless, of course, you were skinnier/more beautiful. Then you should just resort to eating your emotions and calling it a day.
Have you ever?
Yeah, my life is turning more and more into a really bad reality TV show…
Happy holidays?
Sometime over the weekend MDHT crossed a major milestone: we hit 100,000 all-time views. Since MMango and I were still in serious food comas and couldn’t lift our heads up long enough to toast and congratulate one another, we decided to celebrate last night with a Skype toast.
I classed it up, toasting with a mug of pinot noir (yes, a coffee mug) and MMango a bottle of champagne…the champagne of beers, that is.
cheers!
slainte!
See how happy we are??
Naturally after toasting how awesome we are, we started to get a little loopy…and maybe just a little bit tipsy.
So we started doing this:
oh no you don't girl!
no, no, no!
Which made us laugh:
real special
Which made us even loopier and caused us to get real weird:
creepin
inception
aarrrgghhh!
Well maybe it was just MMango that got weird.
Anyways, thanks for being fans of MDHT and helping to be part of such a kick ass accomplishment!
MMango: I get weird, deal with it. But yes, thanks to all of our loyal followers, we couldn’t have done it without you. Can’t wait for the 1 million mark party that we’ll probably hit in the year 2035!
Who do YOU think had the best Halloween?
MMango as Mac Miller in his latest vid:
My brother in Wyoming aka Marty McFly:
Me as a Rubik’s cube:
or my brother in New Hampshire AKA fall in New England:
This list really only needs two things: Bieber and Celine Dion, but it’s still good regardless.
No, I did not get pissed on by R. Kelly…but I did celebrate my 25th on the 25th with a golden celebration that spanned a full 24 hours.
Seeing as though words are not my specialty right now, I’ll provide you with a visual storyboard of the weekend.
Enjoy!
Weekend started with a full on tour de dance party where I monkey’d most of the evening:
And obviously ended with me re-creating a scene from a 4AM Monday excursion a couple months ago:
The next day started with this delicious mojito at 1PM:
And went quickly downhill after an all-you-can eat brunch at Sunburnt Cow…where I probably consumed at least 8 shots before 3:30PM:
Which lead to the staff clearing out tables for us so we could have a dance party:
And mini photo shoots:
Which naturally led to me learning how to DJ:
And then me just straight killing it on the 1′s and 2′s:
And came full circle when I saw this lovely custom label that was created at the work event I had to attend Saturday night (before the debauchery started):
After this weekend, I’m fairly confident 25 is going to fucking rock.
