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A wise mom once said, "You invite Johnny to come over just to throw up on my couch."

I went to a party yesterday. It was a bit queer.
I loathe parties.
There was this guy in a fake tux. There was this other guy wearing all black, but he had his shirt tucked in to his chest-high pants and he was wearing large gloves. Like the kind you use to empty out fryers at fast food restaurants. I hate taking what people are wearing out of context, though. Like, maybe there are real legitimate reasons for all that.
I loathe parties.
There was a stripper pole and about 4 posters. They all had a woman or some sort of alcohol reference. None of which were the least bit obscure. I wonder if they really thought that having a poster of "Top 10 things not to do at a party!" would accentuate the left most part of the room. Maybe that side needed some sort of balance, to make the stripper pole not look too busy.
I loathe parties.
I think I met everyone at the party, but I couldn't tell you anyone's name.
Everyone there was the nicest person ever.
The apex of my night was watching the last 15 minutes of The Little Mermaid.

I'm going to stop drinking.