Suicide Wednesday was a fabulous cornucopia of cocktails, cunt, and carnal corruption.
Napalm was more sober then I care to remember [mostly because I can't remember the majority of the night and I don't care for anyone else to!]
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What is still foggy in my memory are pints of Pabst, shots of Stoli, and a NC-17 bartop dance.
And the highlight of a perfect evening?...
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