Just a mixmash of randomness...
Some flashing action. WOOHOO.
"Hark, I see a party, yonder!"
But first, a jump, natch.
I have to give C Low a 10 on this jump, if anything for effort because afterwards, he came a-crashing to the ground.
C is actually 10 feet tall, evidently.
C and Jamarah look incredibly bored (or hipper than thou arrogance?) at Marquee.
Ah yea, now it's a partyyyy.
Take 1: I didn't get the no-smile memo.
Take 2: Now we're on the same page. I'm going to steal this joke from Chris: Two Alaskans walked into a bar.
C attempting the sensitive, yet manly tears. Or he was constipated. Not sure which.
I'm going for the pound while H is going for the five.
H's mouth is radioactive.
As my friend Jenn would say, ROAR.
Haha.
I'm a modest guy...but I have to say, I think this just may be the hottest picture I've ever had of myself. I'm sorry, I just look GOOD:
Yea, you can't get that with plastic surgery. GENETICS baby, genetics.
And H is looking pretty good himself here.
This is brought to you by the color yellow.
Mmm, drinks.
P giving the ol' finger to Miami.
Haha.
OH SNAP, It's a TRAIN!
This is brought to you by the color green.
I just feel dirty looking at this photo.
The coolest girl I know in Miami (after Gloria Estefan).
H and S aka my fave getting their groove on.
Blurry photo.
Haha. I think this is my favorite photo of us dudes.
Haha, A in the back was outta control, but in a good way.
Hangover breakfast or er, lunch after being out until 7 am.
At dinner.