Last night didn’t go as planned. I mean who parties on the porch? Who just invites random people into their house? We do. Inviting strangers into a strangers house. I started out with a lot of beads. I ended with out any beads. We had to sin extra hard last night for all the people who are going to be sinning a little less these next forty days. I convinced these bitches that I was 27, completely color blind, and last night was the first time I have ever been drunk. That awkward moment when your taking her shirt off and she goes “I have to tell you something” and follows with “I’m not really 24, I’m 31.” So I tell her its ok I’m not really 25, I’m actually 20.

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