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| It's my party and I'll glower if I want to |
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| It only got worse after this |
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| Rock God |
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| A bit more cowbell. Ok, that's enough now. |
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| DrunkenCrunkin' |
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| Before things got nuts |
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| Mmmmmm, cold chicken strips on the roof, num num num |
Saturday night was spent up north in JC getting wild for some birthdays. Southsiders were out in force, on a day that was bookended by literal and figurative murky grey cloudfog. I do remember eating Lotteria food (a burger joint that rhymes with 'diarrhea', 'nuf said) on my roof at 6am, always a worrying sign.
À la 'The Hangover', I groggily went through my camera the next day, and was shocked/elated to find a wide array of public drunkenness and nudity, most of which is not suitable for even this blog. Good times with a good crew, but nothing good ever lasts, as Iris Dement says.
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