I know that sometimes it can be hard to get the crew together to Sunday Funday (yes, it can be a verb). Your friends will have endless excuses: they partied like a rock star the night before, they plan on watching some basketball in peace and quiet, or you’re just friends with p*ssies. The photo above would literally be my dream Sunday Funday. A home-made jacuzzi, comprised of tarp, empty Heineken cases that I’ve finished, and a pot of what are probably ramen noodles? Count me in.