Last time I went to Hot Wax, I actually got splattered with hot wax, bukkake-style, and someone managed to snap a picture. This time, I hope to have the same shot captured, but with my eyes rolling in the back of my skull and jaw preceding me by at least six inches. Such is life. Uh...well, such is my life.

 

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RSVP here.

We are supposed to learn the difference between French and California Chardonnays. I am suspicious: The last time I played What's the Difference? I wound up with a bag of dog shit in one hand and a scrotum in the other. Third grade was rough.

Co-Prosperity Sphere? I've been in one of those. No one shaves.

Oh no, the event is 18-and-up? That usually means 16, and I don't need to be paying cover for a potential statutory rape charge. I'd rather fuck your mother. Again.