is nobody here going to talk about how adorable john’s boxers are
for shame, you guys. for shame.
dorkness as plain as the slime on his rump.
I don’t know about you guys
but extreme ironing
seems like the type of sport
i can get behind
you know?
ok, so kiesche chose the song today, so you have pop crap that is actually pretty cute and fitting on hindsight!
(i mean pop crap in the most endearing of ways, you can tell i was super into playing this, i swear.)
but huh, yeah. rihanna’s diamonds on the piano.
shine bright like one. ~*

tG: as a best friend i thought i should share this
tG: john egbert age two dancing to ghost busters
tG: fucking adorable
tG: thanks dad egbert for the vhs










