Ahh wedding season! Following the gentleman’s proud display of leadership and courage at the groom’s bachelor party, where he no doubt distinguishly extinguished the gin supply and made charitable donations to the lovely ecdysiasts, a gentleman will attend the main event with gusto and gallantry. While sashaying to the soft rock jams of the band, boomeranging fawning gentladies around the dance floor and exchanging pleasantries with the bride’s family members, a gentleman is also keen to avoid putting cigar burn holes in his favorite fox hair cummerbund or spill his 15th vodka soda as he moves quickly and effortlessly through the gala.
WeddingGent: have you decided to quit drinking after your display at the wedding?
DanceMan: i wasnt aware it was that different from everyone else
WeddingGent: i dont recall ‘everyone else’ fist pumping like they were at a green day concert, jumping around for no reason, high fiving the band, continuously getting turned down to dance by the bride’s mom, and sweating profusely
DanceMan: i guess now that i am sober that does sound stupid
WeddingGent: yeah it was brutal
WeddingGent: lord knows i was out of it
WeddingGent: in that one picture of you i tagged you can see me accosting a 16 year old in the back ground
DanceMan: i just remember dancing for a long time
DanceMan: i have never done that before
WeddingGent: i was sweating my ass off too
DanceMan: and that drunk lib julie kept pulling me back every time i needed a break
WeddingGent: did you french that drunk?
WeddingGent: i love weddings
WeddingGent: i took down a fat chick
WeddingGent: as well as this one…
WeddingGent: one on the left
DanceMan: it says i cant view it
DanceMan: wait youre saying 2 chicks hooked up with your unshaven beaten up face?
WeddingGent: three if you count Sonia
WeddingGent: she hooked up with me… the NIGHT after i got hit
DanceMan: good god. whos Sonia
WeddingGent: the one Jameson brought to the wedding hahaha
WeddingGent : fucking adulthood is ruining my life