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Sweet Jesus, the aftermath of SNL.
See, there was a whole lot to it, but it can be summed up with a short story (accompanied with pictures) and one other picture.
Here's Rosie, beginning his night of alcohol intake.
Rosie's a cool guy. Before that night, he didn't hang out with the usual group of people that would hit up the cabin or somebody's house following practice. But, being in a celebratory mood like everybody else after the show, he knew it was time to party. So, he came out.
Earlier in the night I believe he said something about his conviction to not drink alot because he used to drink alot and he got in trouble whenever he did that.
Several hours into the revelry, Rosie was still in a great mood. Though he was significantly less inhibited and contained significantly MORE alcohol.
Yeah, and of course you know what happened immediately afterwards.
He had a hell of a night. He got plastered fantastically and told some of the most unbelievable, raunchy, out-of-breath-hilarious stories I've ever heard out of a drunkard. It was terrific. Believe it, baby.
If enough time passes and Rosie gives me the OK, I'm going to put up some videos I got of his stories/random outbursts.
Unfortunately, every night must end. But you didn't think Rosie's exit from that debauched evening would be any less spectacular than the night itself, did you? Of course you didn't. And that's why you get to see this.
Indeed.
To be fair, when he fell upon the couch, he grabbed one sheet of newspaper and put it over himself. This was a mistake, because other drunks were around. One, a Mrs. Lauren Leasure, spotted the single-sheeted Rosie and, out of either kindness or perhaps a still-intact sense of humor, got several more sheets until he was covered neck to foot.
And there's your story of Rosie. He came out and got hammered with a bunch of crackers out in the middle of the Georgia woods.
And this, my friends, is one of the best drunk pictures I've ever seen. And I'm proud to say that I took it. Some photos capture an emotion, an event, a person, an idea so well that you don't need to explain the purpose of the photo. You don't need to give a context for the picture, people just see it and know what it's about.
This, ladies an gentlemen, is what drunk looks like.
The man with the short black hair is Danny, who is gay. And drunk. The man beneath him is Matt, who is not gay. But drunk. Long black haired one is Mike. Also drunk. And of course, Lauren. As aforementioned, drunk.
One could perhaps catalogue the various types of drunks with this photo, I think. The horny, the loud/emotional, the laid back/possibly angry, and the fun drunk.
What a night.
If you found this at all entertaining, stay tuned to ooolala_lauren. The party the following Saturday was also at the cabin and was for her birthday.
That party created within the fridge at the cabin the largest supply of alcohol I've seen in a residence. It. Was. Staggering.
And we drank. Alot. Oh yes. There will be stories.
See, there was a whole lot to it, but it can be summed up with a short story (accompanied with pictures) and one other picture.
Here's Rosie, beginning his night of alcohol intake.
Rosie's a cool guy. Before that night, he didn't hang out with the usual group of people that would hit up the cabin or somebody's house following practice. But, being in a celebratory mood like everybody else after the show, he knew it was time to party. So, he came out.
Earlier in the night I believe he said something about his conviction to not drink alot because he used to drink alot and he got in trouble whenever he did that.
Several hours into the revelry, Rosie was still in a great mood. Though he was significantly less inhibited and contained significantly MORE alcohol.
Yeah, and of course you know what happened immediately afterwards.
He had a hell of a night. He got plastered fantastically and told some of the most unbelievable, raunchy, out-of-breath-hilarious stories I've ever heard out of a drunkard. It was terrific. Believe it, baby.
If enough time passes and Rosie gives me the OK, I'm going to put up some videos I got of his stories/random outbursts.
Unfortunately, every night must end. But you didn't think Rosie's exit from that debauched evening would be any less spectacular than the night itself, did you? Of course you didn't. And that's why you get to see this.
Indeed.
To be fair, when he fell upon the couch, he grabbed one sheet of newspaper and put it over himself. This was a mistake, because other drunks were around. One, a Mrs. Lauren Leasure, spotted the single-sheeted Rosie and, out of either kindness or perhaps a still-intact sense of humor, got several more sheets until he was covered neck to foot.
And there's your story of Rosie. He came out and got hammered with a bunch of crackers out in the middle of the Georgia woods.
And this, my friends, is one of the best drunk pictures I've ever seen. And I'm proud to say that I took it. Some photos capture an emotion, an event, a person, an idea so well that you don't need to explain the purpose of the photo. You don't need to give a context for the picture, people just see it and know what it's about.
This, ladies an gentlemen, is what drunk looks like.
The man with the short black hair is Danny, who is gay. And drunk. The man beneath him is Matt, who is not gay. But drunk. Long black haired one is Mike. Also drunk. And of course, Lauren. As aforementioned, drunk.
One could perhaps catalogue the various types of drunks with this photo, I think. The horny, the loud/emotional, the laid back/possibly angry, and the fun drunk.
What a night.
If you found this at all entertaining, stay tuned to ooolala_lauren. The party the following Saturday was also at the cabin and was for her birthday.
That party created within the fridge at the cabin the largest supply of alcohol I've seen in a residence. It. Was. Staggering.
And we drank. Alot. Oh yes. There will be stories.