for those of you who missed the greatest most sinful gathering since the days of sodom and gomorrah, you should know that the celebration of the balls of donkey was debauchery. i actually smoked pot and broke my last big wine glass. did i tell you that my husband wet the bed (again)? at least this time he didn't relieve his drunken self in my t-shirt drawer or explode a puke bomb in the bathroom. i am beginning to notice many similarities between him and my dog...the constant noise, chewing, and urination in inappropriate places (i love you). at any rate...this was our amazing invite...
Andrew and Natalie Invite You Lucky Bastards To The Following Event:
Impromptu gathering of all peeps interested in donkey balls at the new shrine
Forward email and bring other peeps obsessed with equine testes into the circle of trust