Sunday, July 19, 2009

I survived..

..freakin' Vegas.

Why was I in Vegas? Because I have cojones the size of softballs. It was also my friend Jordan's cousin, JD's bachelor party. That sounds kind of confusing but I think you guys are smart enough to figure it out. JD I wish you the best, man.

I'm not going to get into details of the trip though. Neener neener neenerrrr.

All nine of us went out every night, had table service every night, had bottle service every night, was a boss every night. We definitely turned our swag on, took a look in the mirror, and said 'what's up'.

We ended up killing 12 fifths of alcohol, 8 of which were popped in the club. I was a little bit drunk.

Freakin' Vegas.


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