So being relativity unemployed Chris, AJ and I took all of our gentley used brand named shoes to Plato's closet to sell. I had 1 pair of exclusive, never been worn es's, AJ had a few pairs of air force ones that he wore to prom once or some shit and Chris had literally a whole bucket of shoes that were mildly worn. None of which they would buy. On the up side someone decided to pass on our shoe but bought these patented leather pair of men's purple Air Forces. That place is seriously Foley's paradise. 
Timmy's pants on a night in which Waterman's was on the agenda. I thought they were hilarious after a few Orange Crushes and now I just feel like they are kind of funny. Anyways, you should see them.
This was on the back of a dressing room door and I thought it was good marketing; so I followed the sign. I went ahead, I got it. I didn't want to though.
Chocolate Wine. Needs no explanation. Looks disgusting. Automatically thought of Timmy.
Funniest picture on my phone. If you don't get it you don't get it. Thanks Mandy and Brian.
My new part time job. I does not hurt. Ask Wade.
Some dude proposed to his wife in Lucky's on a Sunday morning in front of like 25 hungover/still drunk people from the night before. A.K.A. Foley in 6 years, if he can ever find a girl drunk enough to marry him. Was that over the line? Congratulations to the happy couple, though. And thanks for the shot at 11 in the morning.love,
Adam
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