Bend Over To the Front, Touch Your Toes

was the theme of saturday night.
it was georgia's birthday celebration and needless to say - i think i've missed my calling as a photographer of drunk, hilarious people.

there's honestly nothing i enjoy more than girls dancing on the bar (and i'm not even being sarcastic).

also i can't get this out of my head: rack rack city, bitch.  rack rack rack city, bitch.  mustard on the beat.  rack city, bitch, rack rack city, bitch.  ten, ten, ten, twenty on yo titties, bitch.

i can't help it.  it's catchy.  and they rap about mustard.
although i don't think they're talking about the same mustard as i am.  

come to think of it - i hope mustard isn't a new code word for jizz.