PARTYCITY

We're sitting at the party table, where most of the magic happens. Jon Brown has killed a 26 of jack, while I have pretty much sat back and watched in awe.

It's 3.43 pm, on a sunday.

Life is good, seems as though working and being an adult has take precident to partying and being awesome. That will all change soon.

Gonna go to Rogers picnic now, only because we heard they have a beer tent.

The Editor is knocked up. We have about 8 dudes that could be the dad, so expect to see us on Maury Povich in the near future.

PS. The editor is a dirty slut.