went to 3 clubs tonight. first club we went to we arrived at freakin early, stayed for a few hours before going to another club that my friend wanted me to go to...when we got there my friend's plan backfired on him...he took me to this stupid gay club and he was watching this girl up on a pole and i was like 'uh...you do realize, that is a guy, right?' well the 'girl' got down from the pole and you could so tell it was a guy, he was about to take a picture and stuff it was so funny!!! we were out of there pretty fast. lol
glad the thing with your girl is going good ed.
i'm ****ing tired right now...almost hit a ****ing deer on the way back, i had to smash the brakes...my grandma is coming over tomorrow for the weekend. yay.....=\ like the one comment i read somewheres says.......'i'd rather snort a line of cocaine off a hooker's ass'
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