About a month or so ago, my best friend Lindsey moved to fucking Missouri. We've both been miserable since, and it sucked big-time.

Last night, I was getting ready to go to a party with Jerrica, and the doorbell rang about an hour before Jerrica was supposed to pick me up. I answered the door, thinking at first it was a Mormon or something, and who's standing at my door??? LINDSEY FUCKING SLOAN!!! It was the best surprise ever. And she's back for good now!

So, the ladies went out and partied hard... Here are some pics.

Beer pong action...




Smokin' Tokin' Rock-n-Roll...



Me and my sweet lady... drunk and faded... it was a good thing...



What would I do without these bitches?



It was a great night. I did the infamous lighting of the wrong end of a cigarette. I made an ass of myself in front of a bunch of people I didn't know. I got smoked out by a bunch of people I didn't know. I drank a shitload of Captain Morgan with my usual Mountain Dew Polar Pop chaser. I invented the "White Trash Tray"... an ashtray made from a plastic cup with water in it (which then got spilled later in the night. oops). It's good stuff.