Last weekend when I was in LA I slept in a stranger's bedroom. It was a pretty nice place at first glance, but upon closer inspection one thing became abundantly clear; the girl who lives here is dating an idiot of epic proportions.
Let's take a look shall we?
(they get progressively worse. or better??)


the boyfriend calendar (i'll spare you the other months)

the trophy

and my personal favorite

the creepiest clock ever
1 comment:
I suppose every relationship has it's... TICKS. It all comes down to the MINUTE details. Maybe he just needs a HAND?! Looks like this guy needs a TIME out!
geeheeheehee,
did you see what I did there?
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