After a day of planes, mothas, men, sitting, and milkshakes, nine of the true doggs have finally found themselves in this frat-ass man-condo. Tensions immediately arose with some rude ass-people with little children who are all kinds of concerned that we're going to be loud and obnoxious.
Now why would they think that?
This chronicle isn't necessarily going to be brought into service every night, but when particular rudeness is occurring, it stands to reason that it might be a good idea to, shall we say, follow the night along its course.
With that in mind, I'm going to crack open a Stone and get rude. Riggity roosta!
Beers: 0
Mood: Frankly, a little bit of a schlusta
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