The Best Spring Break Ever: Alcoholic Moments
Sitting on the veranda chatting with Henry, his little brother, and my little brother. Henry stands up and the towel falls off of his lap, revealing that he is wearing a black pleather thong. He dances off into the distance.
The following night I'm lying in bed watching From Hell, and there's a knock at the glass sliding door. It's Henry. In the thong.
Later, chillin on the beach around 4:30-ish after a night of clubbing, and Henry strides out from behind the palm trees clad in, you guessed it, the thong.
We bought it for him as a joke, he turned it into a lifestyle.
Now we call him Party Boy.
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