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Yesterday me and Stevie took Damon to the zoo. It was fun except Damon is a lil bitch and complains about everything. Oh well me and Stevie had a good time and thats all that matters. Then we took Damon back home but decided to stay and chat. Well those chats ended up turning into drinking a beer. Then a shot. Then another beer and more shots. And more! Everyone was talking fucking rediculously. They were all talking about 3 somes and shit. NO!! my boyfriend isnt having a 3 some with another girl or boy. I dont know what has gotten into him. He went out and slutted around with another girl and when he comes back he talks like that. UH UH! not gonna happen. We eventually left a couple hours later. Got to stevies house. And were naked within .5 seconds haha. After all that we realized how fucked up we were and needed to it. He made us sandwhiches but I couldnt eat. All I could do was take a few bites and sip on a drink. We went outside for fresh air and BLUHHH i threw up in his backyard haha. Oh the good ole days. I know Ive done that enough times in the past. After that I felt fine. He took me to McDonalds to get some real food then headed to C.J's. I then smoked and my first hit fucking killed my throat. Shots of 100 year old tequila. throwing up and then a huge hit. Not soo good. It was still a good day overall.