I am all about having a good time.
In a former life, that is before Mrs. Fearless Leader threatened to remove my gazebos with a dull, rusty butcher knife, “having a good time” meant beer, tequila and pot. And more beer. And ultimately, if the pot was good, Taco Bell.
Followed by yet more beer.
I don’t do that shit anymore, but I have no problem with those that do, given they get fucked up responsibly.
Jordan Caraway did not exercise due diligence when he went out drinking the other night.
Jordan had nothing better to do than babysit his three year old son, so he called up one of his buddies and invited him to go out and have a cold beer.
And see some strippers.
So they did.
They also took the kid with them.