3-2-1 Gay Street!
3-2-1 Gay Street? Are you kidding me? Sometimes fact is stranger than fiction.
Well, I had to take it easy because I was somewhat sick, but there was no such constraint on the rest of the fellas, so all the boys pretty much got shitfaced in West Chester with Brandon. Probably not a whole lot I can post publicly in the way of details, but let’s just sum it up like this:
- Kevin Junge would have WRECKED that guy.
- Ryan Tennis was surprisingly coherent.
- I delivered delicious food and drink items from Wawa.
- The bouncer practically wanted to see our passports, and
- This trip to PA has proved that my driving sense sucks.