I don’t care about the 3AM text from StuI was sound asleep after two edibles.
Plus, Stu can text me anytime he wants; I fucking love that guy.
But I knew he had some wild shit up his sleeve for a 3AM dinner invite.
And, of course, Stu delivered, as he always does.
Turns out Hulk Hogan is joining us.
I mean, what the fuck is going on right now?
Am I living in some kind of simulation?
Sign me the fuck up.
Hes already told me 14 times not to eat lunch and to save my appetite for this feast.
Lots of Booze
I had zero plans of getting hammered on a Wednesday, but here we are.
When a Feiner calls, you have no choice but to answer.
And if Stu wants to party, then party we shall.
It genuinely feels like Im with my friends.
Tonights going to be a movie, and I cant wait to get after it with my fellow savages.
