We have always thought that Mark would look really good with a moustache and this is as close as we have come to seeing it.
We have begun a tradition of "seeding" which involves sitting in camping chairs and eating sunflower seeds. It's glorious. As you can tell, Stice is a fat glutton when it comes to seeding.
Marky Mark
Jake goes for the hands-free seeding. Show-off.
We also hit up a little T. Roadhouse for Stice's birthday.
We allowed a few other friends to join our TR fraternity for the night.
Whoever took this picture has apparently never heard of the concept of getting an entire face in a picture.
The birthday boy saddled up to celebrate Roadhouse-style.
Spencer and I went to the Sounds concert.
But the highlight of the week came last night, when we packed into Jake's car and had out late night munchies satisfied at Big J's. This event was monumental because Mark has been talking about this place incessantly since he moved into our apartment two months ago. We had to shut him up somehow.
Before we left, I bet Stice that he couldn't eat six crescent rolls in one sitting. He had to bring the last three on the road.
Of course the fatty ate them.
We made it there about ten minutes before the place closed.
Mark was all business. Jake was all pleasure.
I enjoyed my food too.
One satisified customer.
Fin.
