This is what me and my friends talk about at 2 am on our way to get mexican food.
I love tank
Taken with instagram
I have a nephew. His name is miles. Sometimes he laughs and when he does a small pool of water begins to overflow in the sockets of his eyes. His raspy young voice could be heard throughout the house. He likes basketball and ice cream. Sometimes he calls himself Captain Jack-Miles, and sometimes he doesn’t wear anything other than his diaper and a pair of socks as he brandishes his razor sharp plastic pirate sword at you. You’ll do whatever he commands at this point, which may include getting him said ice cream.