This is the image of a very happy man. A very drunk happy man. A very,
very drunk happy man. It all started when my cousin
Mala invited me to a friends birthday party. Since I am a
No Factory the idea of hanging out with a bunch of people that I don’t know isn’t terribly exciting to me. I was ready to drop the
Nope Bomb when she said that we’d be going to
Medieval Times Dinner & Tournament. Yes, the place where there are fucking men in suits of armor and horses and weapons and you eat with your hands! Oh, don't act like the idea of holding a giant piece of meat in your hands doesn't excite you.
