Cuttin' Up: an ITHINKYOURESWELL get together. → House Party

So randomly Chris told me to get my ass to Philly because we were having a party. LOL, I mean it didn't happen like that exactly, lol, but like it pretty much might as well had. Haha. The party was not that big, but boy was it fun. Black Label was the beer of the night and some kinda poison crow whiskey was the liquor. Haha. We yelled, we laughed, we talked shit, we played on motorcycles that weren't ours -- we lived. If you haven't been to a house party in a while, go to one, they're way more "real" than anything a club or bar has to offer.