Sunday was the epitome of lame. I got off of work early to hangout with the Brantrain but her mother decided against it. I drove Jimmy and Jerrica to pick up their drugs. They smoked while I tried to watch the Rock of Love reunion. And then they both got tired. I wasted 2 and a half hours. That's like $24. Ugh. Anyway, the Gothin' had to happen on Monday night. I invited Olivia and it was her first club experience. Mario and I were taking shots of pure gasoline. I did seven, he went all out and had eight. These goths in the car next to us in the parking lot were blasting some goth industrial techno or some shit so I put "Girlfriend" by Avril really loud. We went in and danced until my bones hurt. Olivia was dancing with some 40 year old shirtless guy and he was all intimidated and danced away. They all started dancing on the pole while this goth chatted me up and bought me a beer. Krystle and Olivia started to come back and sit next to me so the goth chick went over and sat next to Mario...and she ended up whipping out her tattooed boob and sticking her tongue in Mario's ear. Lawl. Shortly after I got kicked out for pouring someone's beer into my empty beer and not having a wristband. Lame lame. We peed in the sewer. Krystle was able to pee when Mario sang Build Me Up Buttercup. Didn't work for me, somehow "Happy Birthday" helped it flow. Jack in the Box= bad choice. Today is my last day off. Hope to hang with the Brantrain. My Guitar Hero skillz are teh lam0rz.
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