Dear Diary,
I got to hang out with one of my boys last night. Huh? Oh. I made it home by 8:30, when most people are getting ready, to get ready to go out. F*** you for trying to make me feel old. Huh? Yes, old people stay out later than that. I did see the really grown and sexy part of the restaurant was popping as I was on the way out of the door. OK, fine. Now shut the f*** up. We met for happy hour and chopped up some old times. For me it took me way back in the day. Right back to old eating habits. I had sliders, fries and nachos. A couple of beers to wash them down too. Then we discussed how disgusting beer is over Irish Car Bombs. Answer me this. Is it less ghetto to drink a 40 oz. if they put it in two large mugs? Thats what I thought. And no, I don't give a f*** about being ghetto. Huh? Yeah I did drink them with my pinky extended. Why do you ask?
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