Those cats at Jack's Pizza Shack really know how to party. They closed the doors to anyone under 18 last night and had a wet t-shirt contest. Frank, in his 20s, is always coming up with ways to bring in more money in case Bob, the manager, looses the oven to the bookie like he did last Saturday. I think they made more money last night than they did with the Xbox/keg party. Me being an expert on the female anatomy couldn't help but notice all the fine molded females that took part in the wet t-shirt competition. And let me bring to your attention how it is almost winter, and how wonderful all the twin peaks that were brought to everyone's attention were a nonstop party engine. It was very easy to notice that most of them could have cut glass, but I saw a few pair that could have cut diamonds. I have had a splitting head ache all day and I honestly do not remember even coming home last night. The amount of alcohol I put in my body, last night, could have killed any normal man. But hey, I have lived in L.A. and in New York and have been to some business parties that would have been a sin to most people. I never have mentioned what I do for a job! Fuck, my head feels like it is caught between two concrete tits bouncing back and forth and never stopping. I will have to remember that analogy lol! Oh well, I almost over dosed on tits and alcohol last night what do you expect.
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