I know, I know.
This looks so wrong.
I can promise you, however, that Andrea was not intentionally smelling Jesse's bottom, nor is her striking attire by accident. This picture is the essence of late night freedom; amplified dance parties where no worries exist and you feel nothing but the simple happiness of being alive.
By the way, we were playing Twister (thus the butthole sniffing picture).
Smiles for Sunday! Have a snazzy week.
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