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[pepperhead]

o my god. i just woke up and found a phone number on my hand and i have no idea who it is. all i remember is getting smooched by some black bouncer guy in some fancy speedy sports car in my parents driveway and then my dad being like "was that guy black????" and me being like "at least he wasnt irish!!!!" and then going on this diatribe about a myriad of topics like the arrogant irish bastards running around out here, global warming, generational indifference, the fact that i was wasted, and probably more on about clef (which holy shit if i cant keep my mouth shut when i'm wasted!). there was this irish arrogant asshole practical child at the bar last night who i was having a very heated and almost sexual argument with about god knows what politics and economics. all i remember was almost making out with his face and saying "The only reason you have anything is because my father paid for it!" while he nearly had me up against the wall by my throat and with his hand on my ass. It was quite hot. He was going on about how he's a wealthy bitch and I was going on about how we Irish Americans made them who they are today thanks to too many years of us trying to protect the race. I left him in the middle of it, probably with a hard on, and waltzed away to drive him mad. Then I couldn't find him for almost an hour. I went back to the irritating German who it was all I could do to keep from telling how much I hate Germany. There were a few other cute men I'd accumulated and the lot of us were standing around chatting or rather closetalking and spitting in each other's faces because by then we were all too drunk to avoid it. SUDDENLY, I looked up in time to get bowled over by a moving and faceless force. I was knocked off of my feet and knocked nearly unconscious (which reminds me, ow, my head hurts). Who was it? The fucking IRISH KID!!! He was even drunker than before and meant to talk to me but instead lost all control of his motor skills and threw himself into me. Before I even knew what was happening he was thrown out of the place for looking like he beat me up. It caused quite an uproar and after I came-to I spent a lot of time trying to make up for his mistakes, telling everyone "no, he didn't slap me in the face, that was a rumour." and "yes, i do know him, and he's wasted" and "yes, he did bowl me over but it was his drunken version of coming to kiss me." Poor boy. i'm now infatuated.
I also recall talking to this one guy for quite some time. I think his name was Christian. Then Christian left but someone who looks exactly like him cruised in and I traded up. I kept thinking I knew him because I'd been talking to his lookalike all night. This doppelganger was named Nikki or something metrogay like that. All night long I confused the two and I'm still this morning confused about who was who and what were we talking about and who's number is this on my hand.
All in all, as I recall, there was a lot of shit-talking going on last night and I was doing most of it.