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Viva La Revolution!

As I sit here on my flight home from Key West reflecting on this weekend’s bachelorette party debauchery, it occurs to me I probably should not have collected so much photographic proof of our activities. Sure, we had a great time, but I’m not entirely sure the whole world needs to know I got a front ways piggyback ride by the hottest gay man I’ve ever seen (I didn’t hate his hands on my ass), that someone wore a crown of peni (that’s plural for penis right?) or that one of my cousins may or...

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