I am in complete distraught right now. The party was a good time, but no whores. Well, they showed up in the beginning of the party but then left to go get high, they never returned. A friend’s ex was there, I decided that she will have to receive the brunt of my anger. I yelled at her to make me a drink, she does so and I started drinking. I think she was trying to kill me cause for a first drink, it was retarded strong. After that i reluctantly decided that I should be the one making my drinks. As a joke some friends decided that they were going to bring some gifts for the owner of the house. This resulted in a toaster that was destroyed in the basement and some gold fish. We found out that goldfish do NOT like alcohol as much as I do. I found some pictures I must have took on my phone, I almost feel bad.

The party was for a friend that got out of jail recently. I kinda know him, not really that well. He was smashed well before the party even started. Messing with him was almost boring cause he was so drunk. I think the highlight of the night was when we were out smoking and he decided to join in on making fun of someone that he didn’t know all to well. The person he was making fun of was a good friend of mine and others that were at the party. He doesn’t really come to the parties due to how far away he lives. Well, the party boy was giving him shit and then said, “You know what, your chin looks like balls.”

Now, it’s not really offensive or anything but holy jesus. I couldn’t stop laughing. Our friend, he was not exactly too happy about the comment. He was about to punch the fuck out of the party boy. We somehow managed to prevent this while laughing at him. You guys reading may not exactly find why this is so funny. But my buddy is quick to resort to violence. I was pretty sure the party boy was going to die that night from blunt force trauma.

When we went back in the fish were gone. Apparently someone decided to be a humanitarian and put the fish out of their misery. I lost my drinking buddies, some cunt flushed them down the fucking toilet. How is that helping them? Not only did we have a lack of whores but my drinking buddies were murdered! Someone murdered them!

Side note, goldfish do not like 151, specially when you are trying to do a flaming shot.

I was even more distraught at this point. No whores, no drinking buddies and I gathered 160 gigs worth of dance music. I suffered through making sure the quality was right and that we had the new “hot” songs for everyone and no whores to dance like… well… whores to the music.

I am raging so bad right now, no one will be able to quell this. I think I need to go drink some more so I don’t break things.

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