If you've read any of those previous Thanksgiving entries (linked up there above), you'll know that the first thing that I do whenever I go home for Thanksgiving is go to a bar called "The Barn" that's become the de facto place for impromptu Roxbury High School reunions! (By the way, when did Mystery the pick-up artist start frequenting the place?)
Hulk Hogan's (not so) Little Sister. Jesus Christ, look at that fucking forearm! We would've been laughing hysterically if we weren't so scared that she was going to grab hold of one of our heads and crack it open like a walnut with her bare (man)hands.
Hahahah. Meanwhile, on the other side of the parking lot, Cousin Steve is trying to make time with 3 lovely EnJay ladies who all easily have 10+ years on him. He's all asking if he can go home with them and one of them goes "How old are you anyway, sixteen?"
See that girl in the purple tank top? I asked her what kind of beads she was wearing and she told me they were Mardi Gras beads, so I started chanting "Show Yer Tits! Show Yer Tits!" Which she did, but my camera went off too early. Sorry, I got excited! (PS - Look at Kenny lending a "helping hand" in lifting up her shirt)
No, we're not suddenly in Texas! These guys just all decided to wear matching, oversized, foam cowboy hats while drinking...and in Jersey, THAT'S JUST FINE. I'm not sure if they realized that I asked them to pose for this photo because I was laughing at them, or whether they were just so drunk they didn't care.
Hey, it's not really a night of jerseyshoredrinking unless somebody tries to kick YOUR FUCKING FAGGOT ASS!!! This guy proudly displays his ripped shirt. (Bonus points to his friend for making that face. Ha!).
