It was one of THOSE night in Boston on Saturday.
I went out drinking... HARD DRINKING... with eight of my "in-town" buddies for a bachelor party. It was a mess. A total fucking mess.
Throughout the night, I was referred to as: (among other things)
Spacenigga- Crimie
- Man-o-whore
- Security
- Admiral Asshole
- That Old Guy
- Honey
- Sir Steering Wheel
- Lex Luthor
- The Shirt
- Boyfriend
- Chove
- Smokey & The Bear (used separately)
- Vera Wang
- Fat Fuck
10 comments:
Ahh, Geeks on Drunken Parade . . .
EXACTLY.
NICE!
Funny enough, it just occured to me that I don't think anyone ever called me The Cap'n.
Also, that picture was NOT taken this weekend. I don't have nearly that much hair anymore.
Why?
Because I shaved my head.
Why?
*BELCH* WHY NOT!?!?
So, if Smutty wasn't the lucky bachelor, who was?
Smutty.
The Cap'n: "Grrrr! I LOVE this man! We're getting MARRIED!"
Smutty: "Eh... I love my drink. Eh eh... I'll marry my drink, ya fat fuck! Eh. Eh. I'm Smutty. Eh. eh. Mmmmmmm.nowthatsagoodlittledrinkIgothere...."
EXACTLY
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