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Last night I wasn't going to go out on account of a game that I played in earlier today. (We got our *+! whooped too, which made today even better.)
Anyways, I had to help a multicultural student club with their open mic event last night. It was cool, I had fun, the people weren't horrible, it was all good. Then my boys tell me about some party I should go to, I say why not, and we head on over. As soon as I get in the place, I see another friend who is wasted. He basically forces me to drink a margarita with him. I do that, he pours another, I sip it slow, and eventually finish it. Then we hit the dance floor.
After dancing for a little bit, a friend of my girlfriend's comes through (lets call her M). I meet her, she takes pictures, everythings cool. I continue to dance, she just does her own thing. Then the house owner tells everyone to go downstairs to dance since the music would obviously attract law enforcement. We do that, M and her posse stays upstairs.
I'm in the basement getting it in, and all of the sudden I see flashes. I'm like "whatever, its all good. People act like they ain't been to a party before." Then I blackout, wake up at a friends house, and proceed to get my butt whipped in the aforementioned game.
After the game, I head to my team's social/fundraiser. Everythings cool. Then I get a call from my girl like "Hey, can I come over?" I'm thinking 'Yeah buddy.
.' I tell her where I'm at and that I'll be back soon. She had an appointment, we decide to connect later. When I get back to campus, she's not here, and I decide to play a game of 2k with one of my boys. As soon as I get back from killing him in his own +#$, my girl texts me like "You in your room? I'm coming now." Todays been an okay day, right?
NAH. She comes in and her eyes are already watering. So I'm like "oh shi-."
GF: "So, how'd you like that party? Was it fun? Did you have a good time?"
Me: "Yeah, from what I can remember I guess. I danced, clowned with my boys, it was cool."
GF: "Dancing? With who? Another girl? Have you been on facebook recently?"
Me: "Yeah, I was dancing with other girls. You never had a problem with it before?"
GF: "Well, I didn't know. But that's not even the main thing. A couple of friends told me you were making out with J (another girl, average looking) on top of a washing machine in the basement."
Me:
So I'm just like "uuhhh, I don't remember that." She goes on to say that two of her very close friends told her about the ordeal, and now she's worried that this has happened before at other parties, and that she "doesn't know what to do" with our relationship.
Then it clicked. Those flashes? Her girl getting a picture of me dancing with some random girl.
And of course, thread is useless without pics:
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I believe one of her "close friends" is the one in the purple. Ole hairline on lean lookin *+! garden tool.
Anyways, I had to help a multicultural student club with their open mic event last night. It was cool, I had fun, the people weren't horrible, it was all good. Then my boys tell me about some party I should go to, I say why not, and we head on over. As soon as I get in the place, I see another friend who is wasted. He basically forces me to drink a margarita with him. I do that, he pours another, I sip it slow, and eventually finish it. Then we hit the dance floor.
After dancing for a little bit, a friend of my girlfriend's comes through (lets call her M). I meet her, she takes pictures, everythings cool. I continue to dance, she just does her own thing. Then the house owner tells everyone to go downstairs to dance since the music would obviously attract law enforcement. We do that, M and her posse stays upstairs.
I'm in the basement getting it in, and all of the sudden I see flashes. I'm like "whatever, its all good. People act like they ain't been to a party before." Then I blackout, wake up at a friends house, and proceed to get my butt whipped in the aforementioned game.
After the game, I head to my team's social/fundraiser. Everythings cool. Then I get a call from my girl like "Hey, can I come over?" I'm thinking 'Yeah buddy.
NAH. She comes in and her eyes are already watering. So I'm like "oh shi-."
GF: "So, how'd you like that party? Was it fun? Did you have a good time?"
Me: "Yeah, from what I can remember I guess. I danced, clowned with my boys, it was cool."
GF: "Dancing? With who? Another girl? Have you been on facebook recently?"
Me: "Yeah, I was dancing with other girls. You never had a problem with it before?"
GF: "Well, I didn't know. But that's not even the main thing. A couple of friends told me you were making out with J (another girl, average looking) on top of a washing machine in the basement."
Me:
So I'm just like "uuhhh, I don't remember that." She goes on to say that two of her very close friends told her about the ordeal, and now she's worried that this has happened before at other parties, and that she "doesn't know what to do" with our relationship.
Then it clicked. Those flashes? Her girl getting a picture of me dancing with some random girl.
And of course, thread is useless without pics:
you missed it
I believe one of her "close friends" is the one in the purple. Ole hairline on lean lookin *+! garden tool.
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