This is some kinda fucked up sordid doggy brothel peepshow bullshit.
my weekend in 10 words or less: hot friend of a friend, open bar, beach house, sore. In that order too.
According to the stories I've heard I decided I was a stuntman after my 6th shot of Jack
He tipped the stripper with quarters. After that not even the waitress would talk to us. I had to move to another table to get a lapdance
Then, he just started shoving orange pieces in my mouth as a chaser
NO YOU'RE NOT. I don't want to hear that SHIT. Jameson appreciation day part 1 is saturday and YOU WILL BE READY.
A houseboat for a bachelor party is a terrible idea, we nearly die when on dry land, so how the hell are we supposed to survive a 3 day binge on a massive lake?
It's that thing where you don't have any food so you just drink beer to get your needed calories for the day.
I feel like when purchasing hard liquor on a Monday I also need to buy a happy 21st bday card to not seem so pathetic
My cat was watching porn with me. Weirdest bonding experience ever.
let's make a party pact right now just as precaution for this trip: ill make sure you don't piss yourself if you make sure I don't bang my cousins friends. deal?
Seeing my ex post concert Snapchat videos as an Instagram really reinforces that I made the right choice...
i don't know when underwear became an acceptable clothing choice for parties, but god help me i hope this isn't a passing trend.
I don't know what else to tell you.. just listen to some taylor swift and you'll know what to do in the morning
oh and i figured out why we kept smelling vomit. ive got vomit on my socks. putting the heater on my feet was not the best of ideas.
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