It's no secret that I like to party. I'll find any excuse to throw back some brews. Birthdays. Weddings. Bar Mitzvahs. Wakes. Wednesdays. Hell, it's what I do. Now New Years, that's a whole different level of partying. For my New Years bash I usually get the festivities started right after the opening of presents on Christmas day. For about a week my liver is screaming at me for some relief. By the time the ball drops at midnight I'm a hot mess. Usually I'm curled up in a corner with bucket and blanket, waiting for the world to stop spinning the wrong way. Again, that's what I do. I party. I think however I've met my match.
This dude likes to party so much, that he can take a bullet to the head... and not realize he did so for 5 years! Party on, dude. Party on.
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