Who doesn't love a round-trip party bus to...where?
The bros weren't asking questions and piled in. After a long and bumpy ride, a few spilled road-beers, and preemptive disrobing, the boys made it to wherever the hell it was this party happened.
Even though the party looked like the opening night gala at the community theater, it was quite the event. There were so many queens, I couldn't even tell you who the birthday girl was. Pass around that handle and keep it going!
The bros were in rare form, and once they united with the rest of the F15ers, they took command. Their table was the ONLY table. Pass the peace pipe and gimme a kiss T-Bagg!
The rest of the night was a blur for me, and after the damage was done and the jackets were lost the bros boarded up and headed to BK. Kisses and tears to round off what can only be described as love. Pure bro love.
Rage on.
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