Today is upon us men. The day when all our planning and preparation comes to fruition. The day where we leave for the next world. Where men are not oppressed for wearing leggings and dresses. Where the man does not put you down. And where fun debauchery and lunacy are welcomed and not frowned upon. It is today. So men eat your last meal and take your last shower. Because from today your diet consists of narcotics and alcohol. We will be wrecked. We will be lost and we will be confused. But we will party and dance like never before. Us fine men united in the cause. So pack your fancy dress and Blow your nose. The garden is upon us. The secret garden party. Spartans. What is your proffession x
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