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by the end of night i'd be selling my hidden stash of cheap beer for like 5-10 bucks a pop... maaaad cash $$$

 

sorry. youd get it stolen talking that shit. i hate people like you.

maybe you could get away with that at mom's pcp party (parents chips pop)

but not with me. fuck you hockey player, that beers mine.

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Accepted? ;)

 

 

 

* Oh yeah, more ice please.

 

hhaha oh wow, someone has been taking it in the veins again...is it time to leave yet. i swear this is the longest work day of my life. everyone's gone here except me. i think i'm just going to walk out.

 

i can't carry all the ice and beer i have little arms

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I would probably just bring my labtop and post real time phots of it...

 

And I guarantee that me, 88, magnum, and sherock would be sitting at our own table, drinking Sierras and HighLifes.

 

And playing EXTREME DARTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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i wouldn't go because i wouldn't have any way to get there...

and i'd be awkward, so it would be pointless.

and i'd be one of the only youngins there

so that would be even more unfortunate

plus... i probably wouldn't like more than half of you

so that would not be awesome.

 

plus, i'm not sure if i'd be invited

due to my post count? 500? idk if i have that.

 

edittttt: yeah i do have the post count.

but i still wouldn't go... it'd be a night full of::

"TRASHHHHH!!!!... but show us your titties anyway!"

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I went to a party last night.

 

Before the party, we stopped by a friend's house.

They had the most adorable black duckling in a cage on the back porch.

It bit my finger.

That didn't stop me from trying to make fast friends with it.

 

After much confusion about directions, we finally make it to the party.

It seemed like a bust from the start.

But they did have kegs of beer.

And I was drinking beer.

So we stayed.

 

They also had retarded amounts of grilling going on.

The smell of charred meat makes my stomach sad.

 

Upon our arrival, some dude casually asks me if I lived in a town I used to live in.

I stated that I did indeed.

He remembered a ton of facts about me.

Nothing about him rang familiar.

Apparantly, I look the same as I did when I was 15.

So much so that some random dude recognized me and wanted to catch up.

On what the last dozen years has brought me.

I don't like playing that game.

So I walked away.

To find my way into as many beers as my little man hands could carry.

 

As always, I find myself standing at the kegs.

Three cups in hand.

Right before my eyes, I see the only black dude there preparing for a keg stand.

I don't like anything about keg stands.

Strangers' mouths on my keg tap.

No good.

That's how tuberculosis is spread.

Plus, I didn't even know I knew the type of people that knew the type of people who do keg stands.

I was all ,

"WTF DOODZ?? Where the hell am I?"

Then, two girls asked the dude next to me to take a photo of them.

I turn into a flaming gay black man when I am drunk.

Named LaMont.

If there is one thing I have learned, it's that girls trust a gay black man.

I gayed up my talk real bad.

And told them to make out.

That it would be a cute photo for their Myspace.

They kissed on the mouth.

I laughed at their stupidity.

 

I go inside to pee pee.

A girl busts in the bathroom.

And yakks violently in the sink.

She has basically her whole hand in her mouth.

Scraping out the chunks.

I shake my head at her.

And gave her a short lecture.

About not worrying about trying to look cute infront of the boys.

And next time to run to the back yard to vomit.

Instead of clogging someone's sink with her bad behaviour.

 

I go back to where the cool kids were.

And somehow talked some random girl into performing mouth hugs on my friends.

It didn't pan out.

Because we left.

But still, I look out for my boyz.

Ya heard.

 

I went home.

And got annoyed.

By graffiti talk.

So I smoked too much weed.

And staggered to bed.

 

Also, some girl who is supposed to be dating one of our friends, but she sexed up one of our other freinds, she tried to talk sassy to me.

About where I'm from.

She don't know.

That I will totally win in a street fight.

I got real hip hop.

In a not serious way.

About beating her up.

To show how loyal I am to my side of town.

It was wack, son.

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i like how.

you type like this.

its

like a poem.

but againt its not.

i notice you like beer. and

always bring up your addict days. its

intriguing.

to me

 

the parts

about you being terfed out

is cool.

i like bitches that.

can chunk em with other bitches. its

sexually exciting to me.

 

annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

im out

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