I'm the guilty individual who partook in last nights beautiful evening of wine, cheese, and fashion. Thats right, Tickles, the fine young gent who calls himself a man's man chimed in on a lil gossip.
The scary part, I was really good at it. I learned soooo much about the proper way to hem a jean, and what color belt goes best with a blue 100% cashmere sweater.
What really happened...
For those of you who were deterred by that previous paragraph and are worried that I've changed, dont. I offset my femmy night cap by absolutely crushing my delts at the gym before hand. I mean I was seriously getting my grunt on. Pretty sure I even turned a couple heads when I got to the lat pull down station. Nobody pulls down a lat harder than this guy. Not even this bro
When I got home I walked into a living room full of skeezy clothing fit for an underground club and a couple legally intoxicated females. I immediately shook things up by making their quiet evening into a competition by asking one simple question...
"Who's clothes were swapped the most?"
The best word to describe what happened afterwards is carnage, followed by Elise The Beast funneling a bottle of Red.
-Tickle City Sauce
Pin It Now!
No comments:
Post a Comment