There are successful bachelor parties, and then there are successful bachelor parties.
Last night... was a successful bachelor party.
Although the details of the debacle cannot be publicly revealed on this blog, I would just like to point out that when I woke up this morning, it looked like 50 people had been partying in my place all night. I've been cleaning for 2 hours and I'm not even close to done. After throwing the empty liquor bottles in the recycling, I counted 48 beer bottles and enough aluminum cans to build a light aircraft. For some reason, there are 2 Xboxes in my living room and I'm having visions of a giant turkey running through my apartment.
I have a sunburn and it hurts, but not as much as my thumb which I apparently accidentally set on fire.
Prost!
2 comments:
I'm not guilty for the aluminium dump as I didnt drink any alcohol, but I may be partly responsible for the new salad and salami garden in your backyard... those submarines were throwing their innards at my face.
Prëust!
Indeed gents, it was a marvelous day. I couldn't have asked for a better day short of killing some trannies.
Thanks.
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