My Head Hurts

It's Friday, I'm hungover (JASON YOU SUCK) and my boss isn't here. I think it's time to do a little shopping, to be followed shortly by a little napping, a little McDonalds, and a little leaving early.

This store has GREAT Bears shirts like these:


yeah REGGIE BUSH you little turd
UPDATE: HA HA HA HA

If someone has $600 laying around, please buy me a wooden deerhead for my living room. If you only have $75, I will accept this suit of armor instead.


NOTE TO MY SIBLINGS: Just like Alfred!
NOTE TO MY DAD: Thanks for the nightmares!

God, I love Zappos.

Please buy these pillows I have for sale so I don't have to return them to Urban Outfitters. They are beeyooteefull and will make you more successful and better looking. You can come to my house too, bonus! Unless you are a crazy stalker, in which case I will meet you at a well-populated Starbucks. Otherwise I'll even offer you a beer. But not 10, because I did that last night and it wasn't pretty.

Bye.