I bought a suit last week (for the first time in my life) to go to a wedding on Saturday and I had a great time! Drinking at the open bar, dancing on the open dance floor, flirting with the open married chicks. At one point I suggested something to this woman who was flirting with me and she said, "My husband would kick your ass." Later I found out that her husband was this massive football-looking dude who was probably completely immune to pain at that point because he had spent the earlier part of the evening cranking his grey matter up to "raging drunk." I've really got to learn to look for the ring before I get myself in trouble.
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