I got my head mushed in Bulgaria

12 Jun

This is day one in Bulgaria, with us being a little bit drunk and looking for self-created entertainment.  We ended up taking several goofy pictures of each other in various states of madness.

 The trip was a lot of fun; don’t let my sad face fool you.

I deserved it though, I started the head mushing.  See:

The only differance is that he looks happy about it, and I don’t.  I think he must have been more drunk than me, otherwise he wouldn’t still be smiling. 

I only wish we’d head mushed Nikki too, she’s the only missing element in the head mushiness. 

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