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p.s. this is john's (bachelor #1, who never ended up with a date, and i guess didnt need one, ahaha) party story.
At the party:
I drank one bottle of raspberry Stolichnaya vodka. I also imbibed some grain alcohol, or everclear, peach pucker, at one point I had 3 bottles of alcohol in my hands. Apparently I was the only one that wanted to dance. I turned off the hardcore music and put on some rap. I proceeded to dance and have my ass slapped repeatedly. After that I made out with at least 5 girls and had a 3-way kiss with 2 girls. I made out with some girl against the brick wall outside the house. All of this happened after I lost my shirt somehow, so I put on my jacket. I guess ladies like the bare chest look. Then I drove some other girl to an apartment and we messed around in my truck for a while and I know because there are my muddy footprints on my dashboard. Then I knocked on her friend's window that had her purse, and this guy came out and threatened to shoot me. So then I wake up in a hotel next to another girl. In the pocket of my jacket is a bottle of lube, I'm not wearing my ring which is out in my truck, I am only in my boxers, and fuck, I've got this TIKI LODGE MOTEL SALEM 7834 $86.90 on my credit card. So I go outside and I have no fucking clue where I am so I had to call some people to get the hell out of there after I took the girl home. So it turns out I was like 12 miles away from the party. Then I had to go back to where the party was and help clean. Never found my shirt until two days later buried in the back of my truck covered in mud and alcohol. And also my call log on my cell phone is just full of people I never remember talking to. When I start talking to people about the night before, I remember I got kissed by a guy, no one saw how I lost my shirt, just saw me walking around in only my coat. Fuck, that's all I got for now.
At the party:
I drank one bottle of raspberry Stolichnaya vodka. I also imbibed some grain alcohol, or everclear, peach pucker, at one point I had 3 bottles of alcohol in my hands. Apparently I was the only one that wanted to dance. I turned off the hardcore music and put on some rap. I proceeded to dance and have my ass slapped repeatedly. After that I made out with at least 5 girls and had a 3-way kiss with 2 girls. I made out with some girl against the brick wall outside the house. All of this happened after I lost my shirt somehow, so I put on my jacket. I guess ladies like the bare chest look. Then I drove some other girl to an apartment and we messed around in my truck for a while and I know because there are my muddy footprints on my dashboard. Then I knocked on her friend's window that had her purse, and this guy came out and threatened to shoot me. So then I wake up in a hotel next to another girl. In the pocket of my jacket is a bottle of lube, I'm not wearing my ring which is out in my truck, I am only in my boxers, and fuck, I've got this TIKI LODGE MOTEL SALEM 7834 $86.90 on my credit card. So I go outside and I have no fucking clue where I am so I had to call some people to get the hell out of there after I took the girl home. So it turns out I was like 12 miles away from the party. Then I had to go back to where the party was and help clean. Never found my shirt until two days later buried in the back of my truck covered in mud and alcohol. And also my call log on my cell phone is just full of people I never remember talking to. When I start talking to people about the night before, I remember I got kissed by a guy, no one saw how I lost my shirt, just saw me walking around in only my coat. Fuck, that's all I got for now.