I couldn’t come up with anything profound to say about tonight, other than “Damn good times,” so I’ll borrow from a very good friend:
Tonight. I saw a good man serenaded by two other good men.
Tonight, I saw good men gift money to another good man, on pure principle.
I saw one good man’s ass. Well, this wasn’t the high point of the night, but it surely was interesting.
…
And I still have a wedding to go to. Damn.
Preach on… NIG-GA!!!!!!!!!!!! Who’s making the chicken and waffles tomorrow morning?
I hope the girls had at least half as much fun as the guys had. Damn.
(But we never did wrap Joel in toilet paper and send the picture back.)