Hubster
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Last night I went to some ugly bithes sweet sixteen. I think that it's an idiotic tradition that celebrates nothing particularly great. What's good about turning 16, you already have reached puberty, you can't drive yet (in NJ), you can't buy cigs or alcohol, you can't join the army, you can't be declared an adult, and you can't drop out of school. Anyway, I normally wouldn't be rude enough to show up at a party, that I was invited, drunk with a persons family there, but it was Saturday and Cinco De Mayo so I decided to go wasted. Anyway I get there I'm drunk, but after 3 hours I started to sober up. So I walk to the bathroom to piss and I notice an open bar with nobody in it. I walk in and take a few swigs or Jack and ditch the area in fear of getting caught. Well soon after I was back at the bar finishing up some Captin Morgans. At this point I was wasted. I'm hitting on every chick there taking in no consideration for boyfriends or ugliness. After making out with two chicks (pretty ugly ones if I remember correctly) and I go back to the open bar. The bar had been pitch black previously, but now as I walked in the lights were on. At this point I'm to drunk to realize that someone who wroked at the place had noticed that somone had been riading it. So I pop open two beers and chug em and then some lady comes. She yells at me and says she is going to call the cops. I giggle a little then take off through the back door. To cut the story short I ran ten miles home wasted. And I'm not sure how I did it, but from the bloody sheets I woke up in this morning it def. wasn't a safe path that I took. Oh and my friend said that I made out with a lesbian yesterday as well.
Fucking classic! You need to write a song about it