So last night I went out to a bar with my roommate…a gay bar to be exact. The place was a lot of fun, the place had great atmosphere, but the long island iced tea just fucked with me (I’ve already puked twice this morning), I totally got a huge hickey from a guy who followed us home, and now I just feel like hell. On the plus side, I truly have nailed my heterosexuality down once and for all. Nothing like getting kissed and groped on the dance floor by some random guy to remind you that you far prefer pussy to cock.
Definitely a night to do one’s best to forget.
Also, I’m not drinking again for a very, very long time.
