This September is officially the craziest month I’ve ever lived through. I’ve got three weddings, two vacations, two events, and a mild aneurism planned for the last week. Good lord, the damage to my adrenal gland is catching up to all that liver damage.
Anyway, I just got back from Montreal (yes, they did finally see fit to grant me a passport). What a fucking amazing city! The people there are so relaxed, chilled out, friendly and the women are beyond beautiful. I know I’ve mentioned the amazing disparity between the physical beauty of the women and men in New York… but it pales in comparison to Montreal. You’ve got this whole population of coquettish full lipped party girls who look like they spend the entire day in the gym and who also apparently have no qualms with people who are admittedly “handsy” after a few drinks. Then you’ve got an entire city full of little French guys. Not to toot my own horn, but I was fairly well received.
I was up there for a bachelor party. Unfortunately I signed a contract that prohibits me from discussing any of our actions, but I will say this: I was drunk and or high the entire time. Good lord what a time. I even lost my phone.
I NEVER lose my phone or wallet. Ever. So I must have been having a blast.
Oh here’s me having said blast:
You can tell I’m having an awesome time because I’m biting my lower lip. I bite my lower lip only when I’m getting a great blow job or listening to great music. This could have been both, because like I said, I was completely hammered the entire time.