Playing beer pong with my cousins...a new low? Quite possibly. I am willing to grant you that.
This vacation is a shit show. I'm surprised the neighbors haven't paid us to move yet, after the dining room table was converted into a drinking game zone and various family members continue to yell obscenities between the third floor balcony and the swimming pool like its their day jobs. My aunt gave us all grow-a-something's as welcome presents, which are all now floating in the pool, waiting to grow into planets and enchanted castles and poodles. This will explain the yells, in the middle of the day, from my wasted cousin saying "Someone is molesting my grow-a-pony!". Ok, maybe it will only kind of explain. I would invite you all to this hallowed tradition to see for yourselves, but I value your friendship.
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i don't know what you're talking about that sounds INCREDIBLE.
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