I’m going to a BYOB wedding, that wasn’t a typo. PGP.
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I’m going to a BYOB wedding, that wasn’t a typo. PGP.
Was a frat god on campus, only to realize that the lifestyle is frowned upon in the real world after graduating. Drinks sorrows away realizing his job was only attained through alumni connections.
Personal 30 rack is what I’m reading. It’s their own fault.
Busch camo cans are back
I perked up a little after reading that.
Got invited to a wedding that had the reception at a pizza joint. I shit you not the invitation said “Pay for your own pizza dinner.”
Was it during the all you can eat lunch buffet hours?
Savages.
Still beats a dry wedding where they’d get pissed as hell if you snuck in alcohol.