If you’re not suffering from a severe hangover, your Saturday night was considerably more responsible than mine. In fact, hanging out with any of my friends is a bad idea unless you’re prepared to find your own way home from a mysterious massage parlor in the middle of nowhere while being bewilderingly intoxicated. You’d think someone would have called me to check and see if I was still alive, but the only evidence of last night that exists is a text message asking if I me if I wanted to get some vegan lasagna. If I were friends with Greg Jackson & Jon Jones, I’d never have that problem. They’d send Jon Jones to personally check up on me as clearly exclaimed in this sweet video grab. Props to @CursedDiamonds for the find.
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