I woke up New Years day drunk on Mazzas Dads couch with 20 missed calls from the Polar Bear Plunge Nazi.



So we hit the road.





We only had a few minutes to get there. Mazza should have no problem with that. If you've ever seen him drive you'll know where I'm coming from.



Where are we going? To the beach! Where else would you go on a freezing cold windy January morning.













The mayor of the polar bear.













Suckaaaas.



It may look like a warm summers day but it was fucking freezin' out.
















Eric Full!















Dude where's my pecker?



And what do you do after you jump in the ice cold water to wash all of the previous years sins away?











Happy New Years!

Here's to ALL my friends!

later'd