With the advancing towards the inevitable end of our world, I decided to have a party. So I have a good amount of people coming, more then my "room mates" were aware of. With this vast amount of people my "room mates" eventually found out just how many people are coming due to the, my friend Bear, telling his "room mates" about the amount of people and it leaking back.

After some trimming of the list, the correct amount is established and the guests begin to show. Although i think that I am a great source of entertainment, I use my surroundings to acquired  myself some liquid entertainment. But with this is the roughness of teenage males who believe they are much tougher then drywalls... and cement walls. So after we get the punching out of the way and were all settling down all of the little girls begin to get quite sleepy. While sleep is a great thing, at parties it is quite boring so i proceed to pick them up and place them directly next to the speakers and blast heavy metal. They were no longer asleep.

So after most of the guys drain the main vein in the back room into a series of blue cups ( That I have to pick up and drain later) everyone relaxes. The ball proceeds to drop and yet another year of my conscience life is pasted and I being to take shots. After a semi-drunken haze, everyone begins to disperse and a couple of my close, brother like, friends remain. After informing of how much of a success my party truly was we stagger up stairs acting our most sober form. 

But not all is lost, for my closest friend brought a girl who was not into his game to my party and now I am bound to hook up with her. Although it is fun, going behind your best friends back is not as much as a blast as it seems. Well he had it coming to him. Stupid Duck. Even though that silly Bear spilt the proverbial beans, i did help my chance of hooking up with a girl i met two days ago. Well for the amount of genitals that we drew on his face when he was passed out makes up for it.

I am life, and that was a lot of typing.