His people know how to fucking drink. They don't mess around when it's time to party. You show up to a Kellum residence you better be ready to throw down!
Not to be hating on anyone (I have a great group of friends) but my crew is composed of a bunch of freaking lightweights! I bring a bottle of PATRON over for a bbq at Josh's FRIDAY FUCKING NIGHT and only Josh was game. Weak, weak, weak. Holy Shit! Seriously (as Chuck would say.) Heaven forbid we get drunk and say something stupid.
I have an almost full bottle of Patron and I'm saving that shit for the next time (crossing my fingers) I get invited over to hang with the West Seattle Crew.
Word.
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