I met some people at a bar. We drank. The people were good. The drink was good.
We went somewhere else, some Japanese thing where you sing popular songs, I don’t know.
I sang a George Michael song. The bathroom had a lot of vomit in it. I vomited because when I see vomit, I vomit. I sang another George Michael song. I reminded myself that I like women. Didn’t George Michael vomit in a bathroom?
I found myself kind of wanting to make out with this one fat guy.
We went somewhere else, a bar which had carpet on the floor.
I followed some guy from Missouri to a bar to take some sort of pineapple-upside-down shot.
I found myself kind of wanting to make out with this Irish chick.
I got home and had some quality time with my pineapple-upside-down stomach.
I wouldn’t trade a second of it in return for the world. You guys are awesome.
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