first time i got black out drunk i was 16, my mom made me goto the fremont art and wine festival. hot as fuck with ass holes drinking wine. worst fucking day ever.
you know it's hot when you balls are riding shotgun on you inner thigh. they like a koala just chillin on the side of a branch on a tree. holding on for dear life.
adjusting them is a bitch too. cuz you cant just grab em. you got to do a lil leg shake, or pretend you is playing hopscotch. it's all bad.