To be continued

So the other day I got drunk. That was fun. I get drunk a lot, I probably drink too much, but you’re only young once, right? (side note: do people actually believe in this corny quote shit? I like quotes as much as the next unintelligent motherfucker, but when you start spouting off “you’re only young once” you may want to start reading some books, quotes, zines, nude magazines, comic books without words, lyrics from Vanilla Ice, pretty much anything to increase your creativity level). Anyways, while I was intoxicated the other night something magical happened. Let me set the scene for you (ah yeah, do you feel the anticipation building, I know I do). So the night started with me, my friend Pedro, and my friend Sphere. We were drinking, talking, peeing, talking shit about random folk, you know the usual (I was going to say the ush, but I don’t think that particular abbrev works when typed, but I do love a good abbrev). After drinking for an hour or two we received a phone call. This particular call came from an attractive female, she invited us along for a night of dancing and drinking (only one of these two particular activities I like to do, actually scratch that previous statement, I like to dance, but I don’t dance normally, I like to Pogo, spaz, bobsled, circle pit, and any other type of dance that involves bouncing off other people). We accepted the invitation and then caught a cab with attractive girl and two of her attractive friends. The location we headed to be called, “The Peacock,” but the dance floor is called “The Top of The Cock.” The top of the cock is where I would spend the majority of my night ((this would sound sweet if I was a straight female or a gay male (wait, do I just say a gay? Obviously it is a gay male, there is no gay female, that would be called a straight female, so a gay female is really a straight female, I am declaring today that a straight female is a gay female, all you straight ladies can now call yourselves “gay,” it’s alright, you know you want to, I do), yet I am a straight male so it doesn’t sound as cool, but it still sounds kind of sweet)). I swear these clubs have the art of getting a person to buy drinks down to a fucking science. So you walk into the Top of The Cock (lets go with TTOTH from now on, class), and the music is blaring. You can not communicate with the person next to you without shouting, gotta love not being able to talk to a person 3 feet from you, always fun.


EDIT: I never continued this post, I'm just not that cool, the ending was pretty magnificent, maybe i'll finish this story later