Cute Overload :D
Brother Bluto face down in the bowl. Again.
Submeesh from Mary C., who rehabilitates partying opossums and squirrels.
This is too hilarious. The face-planted guy in the back is just plain funny.
[chants] TOGA! TOGA! TOGA!
Seven years of college, down the drain.
Squirrels! All I really want is squirrels!
And in the morning it’s squirrels,
Cause in the evening it’s squirrels
my apologies to MCA
Photo is by Kay Singleton a Fort Worth, Texas wildlife rehabilitator. There’s a link to her group in there. She does wonderful work!
Whether he brings the food to his face, or his face to the food, he always ends up wearing it.
Dean Vernon Wormer: Here are your grade point avarages. Mr. Kroger: two C’s, two D’s and an F. That’s a 1.2. Congratulations, Kroger. You’re at the top of the Delta pledge class. Mr. Dorfman?
Flounder: [drunk] Hello!
Dean Vernon Wormer: 0.2… Fat, drunk and stupid is no way to go through life, son. Mr. Hoover, president of Delta house? 1.6; four C’s and an F. A fine example you set! Daniel Simpson Day… HAS no grade point average. All courses incomplete. Mr. Blu…
[sees Bluto with a pair of pencils in his nostrils]
Dean Vernon Wormer: MR. BLUTARSKY… ZERO POINT ZERO.
It’s LITERALLY Animal House.
The Hangover # 56, now it’s the skwerls turn to have fun!!
Do you mind if we dance with your dates?
Looks like they woke up in jail this time, and that must be Stu’s great grandson in a fruitbowl instead of a bathtub.
as these are resqte’d skrewls can we have a resqte tag? Coast and Canyon Rehab does a great job too (in San Diego) – yay for wildlife rescue groups!
OTIS! MY MAN!
So this requires a Rescute tag?
Party animals! :)
You know, if I was you boys, I’d be–
LEAVING! WHAT A GOOD IDEA!
Once again, Brother Bluto wakes up the next day feeling hungover and mysteriously sticky.
Ha, what about the faceplant in the BOWL?!
O man, who spiked the strawberries???
Skwerls just wanna have fun?
YAY FORT WORTH! \o/ *totally has hometown pride*
Flounder: I can’t believe I threw up in front of Dean Wormer.
Boon: Face it, Kent. You threw up “on” Dean Wormer.
Brother Bluto, hugging the porcelain Queen again.