Last night didn't look like it promised much at first.The Halloween caramels were rock hard fruity shits that tasted like toilet bowl cleaner. The decorations consisted of construction paper cutouts and color-crayon drawings. Oprah was still caucasian when the first batch of house guests arrived and I couldn't get my sock roll dick to stand erect.
But as I sit here in my hangover coma and attempt to reflect back on the whole evening, I have to say it was the best fucking party I've ever thrown in my life. Something about the freedom of being able to openly grab my crotch and burp up Bacardi while slapping girls on the ass...makes for amazing times.
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