What happened? We use to have so much fun, no? Where are the wacky, wallet-friendly antics of debauchery? Honestly, it's not you, its me. I just can't sit and watch you suffer. You once gave me a good time, you now give me empty cases in the fridge and a bottle of Jim Beam the entire party's chugged from. Including homie over by the ipod with the herp telling us we need to listen to HIS mix (he brought his Touch). Thanks, but no thanks. A techno song comes on and next thing I know 75% of the party is sharing anecdotes from some semester abroad. That is, if half the crowd isn't in between back and forth trips to the bodega downstairs for cigarettes and beer, and or shuffling around in the back room - chatting about deep shit.. The only people left are freestyling, its now 2:55 AM, we're still here and I'm plastered to the point of no return.
It's just not working.
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