Dangerrr: Oh for sure... way hot enough. Too hot. You're like... like level orange. And he's like... I dunno, down there somewhere [looking under driver's seat]... like something in my door pocket.
Quinne: so omg guess what the shit happened to me today Dangerrr: ? Quinne: im friggin walking down park with my groceries and some dude pulls up and asks me where some street is Dangerrr: yah Quinne: then shows me his cellphone like its a map Quinne: AND ITS A PICTURE OF HIS COCK Dangerrr: HAHAHHAHAHAH Dangerrr: ZOMG im putting this IM as the daily awesome Quinne: so gross i was like uh not for me
So, I headed over to Quinne's for some Pina Colada action after work, and whaddaya know... We finally got some YouTube action going on, to boot!... Look under the cut to see videos of Quinne, Roach and Dangerrr on a craze bezerkin'. Seriously, we're fucking retarded. No offense to retarded people. We're what you would call... incredibly high-functioning not actually retarded retards. Or, more commonly known as, drunks.
