Man doggs I am wearing the most vests. Oh yeah! Now we're leaving. We couldn't leave cause T-Pain got ahead of me by a beer so I had to get my beer on while wearing funky vests. Also apparently while I was changing shorts Steve said "Gavin, I know exactly what your dick looks like." Ok! That was at 2.5 beers. Perhaps at 24...I don't even know doggs. I don't even KNOW. I mean, dang. 3 beers down, 21 to go. Let's get some fuckin' food.
Beers: 3
Mood: I'm wearing a fuckton of vests
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