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i never really thought that going to a gay club would be a good idea. who would there be to dance with? no one there would be interested in me because they all are - obviously - gay. it actually occurs to me that a gay club would be a fantastic place for a straight guy to go to pick up girls because she would be so relieved to have a straight guy there that she'd jump on that shit straightaway. but there we were last night, over at larissa's apartment - chilling - when johanna gets a call from brent saying we should come out and play. a) i'm too young, don't have a fake; b) sean has a performance saturday night, doesn't want to be hung over; c) johanna's already trashed, doesn't know if she can drive us there successfully. taking into consideration three previous statements, what do you guess happened? well of course we went! a) borrowed larissa's french i.d.; b) sean said, "fuck that shit!" and drank anyway; c) we just waited a little while before going out so johanna could sober up a bit.
me + sean + johanna = my favorite milwaukee group of three
me + sean + johanna = my favorite milwaukee group of three