We hopped from "Gaytor Golf" to our friends' moving out party, which happened to be a huge Jamaican storm and was awesome. The first person I met was some chick with red corn rows named Sparkle. Epic win. It seemed kind of quiet upstairs, and low and behold the huge dance party complete with MC and microphone downstairs in the basement. This one made for some pretty interesting pictures.

The whole "McWasted" title comes from our pilgrimage to McDonald's up the street and around the corner. Hanna essentially use her woman parts and her blunt charm to get us some "McFree shit" at the drive-thru. I'm bringing her with me every time I go somewhere that involves money and fast food.

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