do whatever dingles your berries
This past weekend was something i really needed. My body was in some major need of a jolly good time. SD has always been a place to get that perscription filled.i must refrain from going to frat parties called "I ate a pie" hahaha! Especially when they are filled with people who cannot dance. I, unfortunately, was a witness to two very unattractive rhythemically challanged people having dry sex on the so-called dance floor. My eyes were than tainted by a girl wearing a one inch mini skirt flashing her ass to anyone. I was than pushed aside by drunk ugly guys trying to take pictures of this naked ass with their camera phones. As i was leaving i became a victim of a drunk girl grabbing my boobs because she liked my shirt that says "everyone loves an italian girl." Frat parties dont' you love 'em?
FYI to anyone who goes to an expensive dinner: drink before or after the restaurant experience, drinks alone can put a big dent in the cash flow. Now add up the cost of the drinks with the cost of the food... it's like selling your big toe. Mucho dinero.
As always i had another successful trip down south thanks to the roomie.
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