Flemming's party--
So I went to a party last night, in H-town. Did the usual--except my liver didn't do ITS usual by breaking down the alcohol I'd consumed. So, I somehow ended up being something I never am--drunk.
I ended up laying beside of some random girl who leaned all over me, until some random guy came in and started making out with her. Not that I planned on having sex with her anyway, but the point is that he stole my bitch.
"Oh, who's this?"
"Derek. I'm drunk. And I'm leaving."
Adam told me to watch his book bag, and I grabbed it when I left the orgy room. Problem is that I kept blacking out, and the back pack had a $450 camcorder in it. You can bet your ass it got stolen, too.
And I had absinth, which probably didn't help things. I ended up eating more Adderall, and passing out later on a rolled up futon, which was covered in candy from a Spongebob pinata, and sticky marshmallows. Or day-old semen. I really couldn't have told the difference.
Hours later, I'd go up to the third floor to get Chris--
"Dude...I don't know how I got up here."
"Oh, well, you were drunk."
"Dude...how did I get up here? I'm trippin' BALLS, dude.... How in the FUCK did I get up here?"
"I dunno."
"I'm TRIPPIN' BALLS! I still don't know how I got up here.... I'm trippin'...like...hardcore. Like, I'm trippin' balls right now from that absinth I drank last night. Like, I'm floating."
Six hours later, after I came home--
(20:28:56) AskingForIt Punk: w3rd
(20:29:02) iatemyfingers: whattup?
(20:29:04) AskingForIt Punk: crazy absinth party
(20:29:05) AskingForIt Punk: man
(20:29:07) AskingForIt Punk: i was trippin
(20:29:08) iatemyfingers: fo' real.
(20:29:11) AskingForIt Punk: i looked over at my door
(20:29:17) AskingForIt Punk: and the bottom of it was comin out at me
(20:29:18) AskingForIt Punk: haha
I ended up laying beside of some random girl who leaned all over me, until some random guy came in and started making out with her. Not that I planned on having sex with her anyway, but the point is that he stole my bitch.
"Oh, who's this?"
"Derek. I'm drunk. And I'm leaving."
Adam told me to watch his book bag, and I grabbed it when I left the orgy room. Problem is that I kept blacking out, and the back pack had a $450 camcorder in it. You can bet your ass it got stolen, too.
And I had absinth, which probably didn't help things. I ended up eating more Adderall, and passing out later on a rolled up futon, which was covered in candy from a Spongebob pinata, and sticky marshmallows. Or day-old semen. I really couldn't have told the difference.
Hours later, I'd go up to the third floor to get Chris--
"Dude...I don't know how I got up here."
"Oh, well, you were drunk."
"Dude...how did I get up here? I'm trippin' BALLS, dude.... How in the FUCK did I get up here?"
"I dunno."
"I'm TRIPPIN' BALLS! I still don't know how I got up here.... I'm trippin'...like...hardcore. Like, I'm trippin' balls right now from that absinth I drank last night. Like, I'm floating."
Six hours later, after I came home--
(20:28:56) AskingForIt Punk: w3rd
(20:29:02) iatemyfingers: whattup?
(20:29:04) AskingForIt Punk: crazy absinth party
(20:29:05) AskingForIt Punk: man
(20:29:07) AskingForIt Punk: i was trippin
(20:29:08) iatemyfingers: fo' real.
(20:29:11) AskingForIt Punk: i looked over at my door
(20:29:17) AskingForIt Punk: and the bottom of it was comin out at me
(20:29:18) AskingForIt Punk: haha