G-Vegas and Bradoween
I'm back from G-Vegas and yes I puked 4.5 times on Otis' front lawn. It happened immediately after the Drunk Olympics. Mrs. Otis seemed really pumped and excited about that! More to follow on Bradoween . . . but know this . . . not only did I puke but I arm wrestled Badblood, saw multiple female nipples (both during and after the wet t-shirt competition), sweated like a fat kid from the south, got extremely wasted, saw alot of hijinx and crazy prop bets, and had one hell of a great time. Thanks to Mr. and Mrs. Otis for throwing a great party. Bradoween was a blast! Thanks to Mr. and Mrs. Blood for letting a bunch of gambling degenerates stay in their home. Go Team Good!