T.G.I.F. with Hungover Owls
“ughhh…wait…why…why am I naked?” |
It's Friday before a 3-day weekend.
This is a good thing.
You know what else is a good thing?
These bad-ass birds
know what the morning after feels like
and in this we share a common ground.
(Mom I swear I never woke up surprised at my own nakedness, really, promise)
(Mom I swear I never woke up surprised at my own nakedness, really, promise)
So check out the site, read the captions
and perhaps foresee
the look on your face tomorrow morning
if you have a reaally good time tonight :)
“Look, I’m sorry for blowing up earlier. It’s just…I can feel tequila…in my face.”
“I think…I think that place downtown is still serving brunch.”