Take Me Higher

Last Saturday spent playing corn hole with some friends in the front yard. I ended up on the losing team every time, thus resulting in being referred to as "Jeffrey" (butler from Fresh Prince) and had to fetch the "winners" a cocktail. Pending on how quickly the games went may have backfired at the "winners". They made sure to suck down their drinks quickly so I, Jeffrey, could make them a new one. Puppy boy was my number one fan. I will not comment on how the night panned out. Let's just say, we're alive. Cheers!

urbn top+shoes+belt; anthro shorts;

~abby