Wil’s Bucks Party

I braved two parties yesterday in nasty 36 degree heat, one of them being a mate’s bucks night. Wil will have absolutely no recollection of what he did, saw or touched. And this was the best photo I could do to immortalise the night. Shame on me. But I shouldn’t have drunk all those Jager Bombs.











go the Jager Bombs
Yes, go the Jagers. My sister is bringing me back a bottle from overseas so you know what that means - Jager parties!!!