Jake had to give me a gift for Secret Santa, I took no pictures before this one. Thank goodness. They all would have been irrelevant anyway. Best/Worst. Gift. Ever.
Not what we saw, but really good:http://rapidshare.de/files/10943989/R.Kelly-Kickin__It_With_Your_Girlfriend.mp3.html
Everyone was either puzzled, fascinated, or repulsed by what young Jacob got me:
The anticipation grew as the eminent screening drew closer. Jake & Elena were especially geeked.
Adam turned to nicotine in order to combat his growing nerves. "Oh, R.! show us the way!" I swear someone said that.
Then the show started. Everyone shut the fuck up and shit immediately got intense.
When it was over, nobody wanted to ever speak again. For speaking was now just the pedestal upon which mere commoners placed their chipped petri dish phrases and ramshackle arguments. No, we wanted so much more. To sing! To sing every single sylable, pronoun, adjective and compund word as the golden god R. Kelly had just done with stlye and grace. A style and grace that few of will probably ever be able to grasp.
Ted, poor Ted. He got to the room just as the credits had finished rolling. As well as the tears of pure, unadultarated bliss.
Asia & Bob were practically diminished by the sheer genius. The expression on Bob's face is that of deep understanding. Understanding that although he may try, he will never reach the heights of Trapped in Closet pts. 6-13. Sowee.
Patrick had found out that he had also missed Trapped. A suicide prevention squad almost be brought in.
Jake had to take a quick nap after being so worked up.
All Ted could do was stare at the dvd case while everyone tried to put what they had just seen into words. Impossible.
"What do you mean you can't take me to restaraunts? I have great etiquette."
So hood.
Then Ted found some hockey on tv and the focus switched. Sort of.
Back upstairs, the party continued to rage on. Sort of.
It looked like we were planning a fucking heist or something for a while there.
Then Jenna showed up and said something completely off topic, out of context or just all-around stoner. As usual. 
Then some sort of chemical was passed around and Jakers ended up looking like this:
Everyone laughed:
Jake's view is rad. Not my photo-taking skills though. Sowee.
And then the long ride home.
Oh, I wasn't the only one shooting the jam. Asia took this one. Nice.
+p.s.
More shit to update, coming soon. Yay!
And we need to set up an EPIC jam for our bro Ian. Someone volunteer to help me. Later.
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