Degernerative morals

Today I went to a dance, and then remembered why I don't go to dances. I tried to enjoy myself, I really did, but Mormons are just no fun to party with at all. Those of you who know me should already be abundantly aware that that though not a lawless degenerate, I love a good time with... questionable morals.

Cinnamon whiskey = Great

Apple pie and Ke$ha = sub-par evening

That is the lesson I leave with you for tonight.