I thought I heard a ruckus comin’ from the boys’ room the other night but I just shrugged it off.
But THEN.
In the morning I came to find this.
Word on the street is that Jesse is quiet the harlot. Don’t let her distance in this shot fool you.
I knew that girl was trouble.
And you know, they call him “Woody” for a reason…
WHAT?
He loved “shop” class as a teenager. What did you think I meant?!?
Gah.
Anyway, all is calm now but no more “Large Lemon” parties for these guys for a while. he he.
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