These pictures were taken last night at the karoake bar across the street from my house. A couple of the guys I roll with down here had birthdays yesterday and we tore it up weekend style on hump day. I said I would only stay out until midnight, but once the Bud Light gets flowing and the songs get requested...
I managed to survive a day at work on 3 hours sleep and with an incredible hangover, so it was worth it.
Last night was one of the best times I had since moving here, and I managed to do it all by myself. No Joolie, No Sydney, No Tena. Just me, the Augusta Fallout Crew (the guys/gals I associate with go by this moniker) and a whole lot of bad singing. I'm fucking out of it, so I think it's time for bed.
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You know lots of people with tattos. Do you have any???
I meant to say "tattoos".
Oddly enough, no I don't have any.
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