Female tried to trash my room like it was the f--king movies or something...Old story
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I mean, we done fucked up many bitches homes in the process of partying and stuff...
my friend had his ex girl come through and key the shit out of his caddy sittin' on 22s. They just like, scratched up the hood and shit for some dumb reason... and then I found her hair on the shit like "yo, this is that bitches hair on your car. Of course she did it!"
my worst night was when I got twisted off some cheap vodka and started puking all over some girls room while her friend was trying to take off my clothes and fuck me. My boy finally came in and was like:
"dude, we need to get out of here. You just puked all over this girl's room and started punching holes in her walls."
"well she stole my fucking 7 dollars!" I replied.
"Your 7 dollars is in your shirt you spilled beer all over in her dryer man." he says to me.
Upon remembering that part, I looked down at the drunk girl lying on the bed in my vomit... found some article of clothing in the room to wipe myself off with, put my pants on and looked over at my friend:
"Fuck this place man, lets get the fuck outta here. This trailer is fucking garbage, its all covered in my puke. I fucking hate trailers blah blah blah drunk ranting"
and then some completely random girl drove us home, without my shirt or 7 dollars.
my friend had his ex girl come through and key the shit out of his caddy sittin' on 22s. They just like, scratched up the hood and shit for some dumb reason... and then I found her hair on the shit like "yo, this is that bitches hair on your car. Of course she did it!"
my worst night was when I got twisted off some cheap vodka and started puking all over some girls room while her friend was trying to take off my clothes and fuck me. My boy finally came in and was like:
"dude, we need to get out of here. You just puked all over this girl's room and started punching holes in her walls."
"well she stole my fucking 7 dollars!" I replied.
"Your 7 dollars is in your shirt you spilled beer all over in her dryer man." he says to me.
Upon remembering that part, I looked down at the drunk girl lying on the bed in my vomit... found some article of clothing in the room to wipe myself off with, put my pants on and looked over at my friend:
"Fuck this place man, lets get the fuck outta here. This trailer is fucking garbage, its all covered in my puke. I fucking hate trailers blah blah blah drunk ranting"
and then some completely random girl drove us home, without my shirt or 7 dollars.
