I died. I was at work the day after too. I was fine until someone left and I had to stay around the food for longer. Almost vomited. I did have to take an hour nap at one point to rally myself to the bar. My buddy put up a few pictures. Couple whilst doing the carbombs... one of me sipping a gross ass Natty light. And another that I had no memory taking. And I posed for it. Really... like a terribly sexy pose with me turning around and doing the 'shhhh' sign with my finger.Holy crap, that is some weekend you had. I don't think I could drink half of that. I'm a lightweight, I won't lie.
Well, got my Thursday workout done as well. Looking quite good down below... you know... in the pants.
Oh, one other thing... What's with the girls at my work... I overheard another conversation about big dicks, AGAIN. I stayed out of this one... although I couldn't help myself. As one was saying something like, "It was pretty big" I kinda laughed out loud. They gave me an odd look.
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