lol

I have no idea why this named meth party, but that's how it was submitted, and I think it's apt enough.

First I lose my eye, then your beard becomes even more epic.

And now Hatty must go grab her a beer.

No, literally, he really wants lunch.

And have seemed to misplaced my pants.

I was always curious, and now that question has finally been answered. pats self on back

Meanwhile the creeper maintains an iron stare on their prize.

Happy Friday, everyone!