The Poop Emoji Goes to Vegas

Inside a twenty-year friendship built on sarcasm, emotional damage, concert rituals, and one man’s ongoing belief that he is in witness protection.

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In less than 24 hours, the boys and I will once again be making a completely unnecessary, financially irresponsible, emotionally unstable pilgrimage to Las Vegas for Morgan Wallen.

And for those of you who are new here and thinking, “Aw, fun! A cute little best friend trip!”

I need to stop you right there.

Because this is not a cute little best fri…