We went to Adam’s apartment in Ankeny to hang out and love Jesus for a while. He is in the middle of a few-month long fued with his roommates. They were supposed to be out all night, but they came back 10 minutes after we arrived. We hid in his bedroom to avoid stray bullets.
Adam shows off his new cell phone. According to him it slices, dices, collates copies, and works out your abs.
This is Killer Claire. Yes, the dog is named Claire. Actually she’s quite calm for such a ginormous pup.
Adam has a mirror above his bed. Adam, do you comb your hair while laying in bed? Adam, you freak!
”Here, get one of my good side.”
Adam had this huge flag on the wall. It’s a requirement for military men to have these in their bedrooms. The colonel comes by for random quarterly inspections.
All this patrioticism has got me feeling like doing some star spanglin’.
Some more star spanglin’ fun.
Adam gave this to his mother when he was a kid. Apparently it was given back to him and now he proudly displays it on his closet door handle. I still can’t tell if that’s supposed to be a picture of Jesus or a ninja with a vail at the bottom.
He showed us a beautiful poem that he and Ross wrote in high school, named “Randi the Whore.”
The Guinness was flowing. Look at the different colors in the glass as the beer settles.
Supposedly he only owns this because he found it on clearance at Wal-Mart. I’m putting money on it being some weird fettish.
I had him flip the top-hat piece so it looks like one of those hats you see in Asian movies. I call it “Darth Wasabi” for lack of anything more unique.