Last night I danced my ass off like a an African Fertility God...
So right now my shoulders, knees, arms, and hips hurt from shakin my money maker for about three hours last night at Matt's birthday extravaganza. It was a drunken blast of kids dressed up like rednecks attending a wedding. Of course, like the true exhibitionist that I am, I went all FUCKING out. I decided to go as the Alabama Football fan that shows up to the wedding late. I had cutoff jean shorts (frayed at the ends of course), socks and sandals, the hallowed no. 7 Jay Barker jersey, a Nam Vet hat, and to top it all off a beer dispensing helmet containing two budlite cans. I had a fucking blast. I just walked around and yelled, "Jesus Christ was born in Tuscaloosa, Alabama," and "12 National Championships". Did I mention that my voice is sore as well?