Exclusive: I Went To The CockyBoys Party And I Don’t Remember Anything
After presenting an award at the Hookies and spending at least seven thousand dollars on vodka, I think I got into a cab and went to the CockyBoys party up the street? There were pics/videos on my phone, so I guess I was there? I don’t remember anything that happened after 11pm.
Dear Armond Rizzo, Ricky Roman, and Levi Michaels: I’m sorry if I said or did anything inappropriate.
Dear Ricky Roman: I was basically stalking you all night, and I feel that I owe you an apology.
Dear Ricky: I’m also sorry for intruding on what was obviously a private and intimate moment! What is wrong with me??
I’m sorry, Kinky Cody. I’m sorry, person Ricky Roman was kissing. I’m sorry, Ricky Roman!
Dear Darius Ferdynand, Miss Martine, and Bravo Delta: I’m sorry! (I don’t know what for, but I’m sure I did something horribly offensive after I took these pictures.)
Dear Duncan Black: I’m sorry that the lady behind you is texting someone when she should clearly be paying attention to your award-winning ass.
I’m so sorry, everyone! I’m never drinking again (until next weekend at the Phoenix Forum).
AND:
CockyBoys held their “So You Wanna Be A CockyBoy” contest, and the winner was someone else I probably need to apologize to, Tayte Hanson. Here’s Tayte winning and with Levi Karter (I’m sorry to Levi, too), and then one of his Twitter pics: