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God am I ever hung over. What a night,I tell ya. My sister was hosting a bridal shower for one of her pals at the house last night, which meant that me an' Joe, her husband, had to amscray.

Too bad. I was hopin' to catch some of that hot-bridal shower action. Not that my sister's pals are supermodels or anything, but there's a few that I could see becoming "Mrs. Brad Hassebrock no. 4," and with an upcoming wedding to remind some of those hags just how single and lonely they are...well some of them might just be that desperate, y'know what I'm sayin'?

Anyways since all the men of the house had to leave, I asked Joe if he wanted to go check out this new bar called the Drop. Joe wasn't up for it. He just rolled his eyes and mumbled something about already havin' other plans. I don't know what's up with this guy. He's always saying he's got other plans, and he never invites me along. What a asshole!

Anyways I grab a couple of beers outa my minifridge while I'm gettin' gussied up. I put on my navy blue turtleneck sweater and brown courdory jacket. You can't go wrong with that comibnation. Then I tie my hair back into a ponytail and put in my hoop. I'm tellin' ya, wimin wet themselves when they see a guy with a earing, 'specially a hoop.

So, I walked into the pub at about ...ohh half past eight thinkin' the place would be wall-to-wall with chicks, an' you know what? It was fuggin' dead. The only other people in there besides me was the bartender and a couple of young dudes - i think they mighta been gay coz they were sittin' across from each other in a booth, talkin'...probably talkin' bout how gay they were.

Anyway, even though the place was dead. I thought what the hell, maybe it'll pick up. So I ordered a pint a Stella and drank it at the bar. Then I ordered another. By my third pint, I noticed that the place had picked up some.

Alright, this is more like it, I thought.
Then this chick sat next to me at the bar. A real knockout. Young, probably early to mid-twenties, with dark brown hair and a nice ass. I said "hi." She smiled and said "hi" back. She wanted me, I could tell. I was gonna order her a drink, but I saw she already had a full bottle of Bacardi Breezer, so I thought I'd wait till she finished it and make my move.

But then guess what. Some dude shows up they start talkin' like they already know each other. A young guy, too, probably the same age as the girl. They start kissin' an' stuff, right there in the goddamn bar! Can you believe that? What a slut, right?

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