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Last night, I went to the VooDoo lounge in Ft. Lauderdale with my friend. Those people were so inebriated, I felt as if the age limit of 21 was too young. I should’ve been at least 25 to see the things I saw. My friend was acting like a shady ass fool. Really dikey girls wanted to devour me in every which way. Everyone with the exception of me, every on was exceptionally sluty and on the brink of O.D.-ing or clasping from alcohol poisoning. (Reasons to add to why one should never go to gay night to find a nice girl.) I didn’t dare drink; the house was serving up some shit that came in test tubes. It was like “Party monster”. Some chick was so fucked up, she was shitting and puking in a bathroom stall with the door flung wide open. The host I saw at “Asuca” preformed a literal interpretation of doo-doo-brown. She shoved fake monjohns in her panty’s so that one could see the stains and the bulging (I really am giving her more credit than she deserves by assuming the doo was fake). When she mooned everyone, it all plopped on stage. It was no surprise that by the end of the performance she had bitten into one. When I finally found My friend at 3:00am (mind you we agreed to leave at 2:30am on the account I have work in the morning) he indicated to go without him on the account he was with a drag queen doing white in the bathroom stall next to the chick who was shitting and pukeing on herself. After his friend criticized my chucks and offered me a makeover… After my friend stiffed me out of the gas money he promised… I drove so fast out of there my check engine light came on. This morning he texts me with “I hope you don’t hate me”.
On Friday, after a drum circle jam, I was in a car with a couple of cats. They weren’t speeding, but a cop pulled up behind us. When my friends saw the red and blue lights behind us, he proceeded to shove all the pot he could down his esophagus. The police didn’t ask me many questions, just if I was carrying, I never have and after that it was as if I blended into the car. But the driver had a concealed weapon under his seat and the other guy showed him the pot he couldn’t swallow. Luckily for them, that cop made his quota and they were let off the hook.
I know it sounds all too rules of attraction but I can’t help but think this would have never happen with you.
I am going to stay home and paint more often.
On Friday, after a drum circle jam, I was in a car with a couple of cats. They weren’t speeding, but a cop pulled up behind us. When my friends saw the red and blue lights behind us, he proceeded to shove all the pot he could down his esophagus. The police didn’t ask me many questions, just if I was carrying, I never have and after that it was as if I blended into the car. But the driver had a concealed weapon under his seat and the other guy showed him the pot he couldn’t swallow. Luckily for them, that cop made his quota and they were let off the hook.
I know it sounds all too rules of attraction but I can’t help but think this would have never happen with you.
I am going to stay home and paint more often.