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okay so last night i went to a friend's party and it was alright, kind of boring.
enrique, cesar and i went to another party at gonzalo's house.
he had gotten into the easiest uni in lima, the most expensive as well.
congratulations.
we drank beer and whisky (yay) and i smoked too much.
we had to walk over to enrique's house and we were drunk.
i pushed enrique and he fell on some bushes, enrique pushed
chori against the bushes a couple of seconds after.
we mooned at some cabs.
we stole some cell phone ads, they were big.
so we got to enrique's house and the three of us had to sleep in his bed.
we assumed the position.
the fetal position.
i dreamed about being in that room, that was kind of weird.
um, we slept for like an hour and a half.
i woke up chori and took a cab over to my house.
so my mom yelled a bit but for like 4 seconds so it was alright.
and i went to brush my teeth and i saw myself in the mirror and i saw this
yeah, weird. it was worse.
brown thom yorke kind of shit.
so yeah i went back to my room, you know, to get some sleep because apparently
im going to pablo's beach house and have fun.
i found this in my room.
fucking chori. he should at least shave. look at my cool frog pillow.
ps: oh yeah on our way to enrique's house we stopped at a store to buy some food and this drunken
middle aged guy became our best friend, i cant remember his name.
he gave us nicknames though. enrique was baby face, i was the blue bull and chori was bin laden.
BIN LADEN, I MEAN COME ON. i hate drunken middle aged guys.
enrique, cesar and i went to another party at gonzalo's house.
he had gotten into the easiest uni in lima, the most expensive as well.
congratulations.
we drank beer and whisky (yay) and i smoked too much.
we had to walk over to enrique's house and we were drunk.
i pushed enrique and he fell on some bushes, enrique pushed
chori against the bushes a couple of seconds after.
we mooned at some cabs.
we stole some cell phone ads, they were big.
so we got to enrique's house and the three of us had to sleep in his bed.
we assumed the position.
the fetal position.
i dreamed about being in that room, that was kind of weird.
um, we slept for like an hour and a half.
i woke up chori and took a cab over to my house.
so my mom yelled a bit but for like 4 seconds so it was alright.
and i went to brush my teeth and i saw myself in the mirror and i saw this
yeah, weird. it was worse.
brown thom yorke kind of shit.
so yeah i went back to my room, you know, to get some sleep because apparently
im going to pablo's beach house and have fun.
i found this in my room.
fucking chori. he should at least shave. look at my cool frog pillow.
ps: oh yeah on our way to enrique's house we stopped at a store to buy some food and this drunken
middle aged guy became our best friend, i cant remember his name.
he gave us nicknames though. enrique was baby face, i was the blue bull and chori was bin laden.
BIN LADEN, I MEAN COME ON. i hate drunken middle aged guys.