to my defense, i have to say that i did not know that he was gay at the time, i just thought that he was being really nice. and i offered to pay him back, but just don't have enough cash on me at the time. it's funny 'cause apparently everyone else know that he was gay except for me... i guess my gay-dar don't work as well as i thought it did, i didn't realize he was gay until he started kissing another dude. then i was like, "oh... ok..." 5 seconds later... " OH! OK!" it's cool tho, 'cause he was a really cool dude, gay or not gay, it didn't really matter all that much, we all had a lot of fun that night.
have a big midterm on wednesday... and also an interview, prayer meeting, one-on-one w/brent, class, quiet time, epic lesson planning, and what-nots. Should be studying, or doing something productive... eh, break is good for the soul.
There was once a boy named Dave (not me. Seriously), who wanted some beads for Mardi Gras day. He searched long and hard for a girl with beads to dance with, in hope to receive some beads in return. After struggling to find any girls with beads to spare, he settled for the fat girl with much butt to spare. She was by herself on the stage, in the corner behind the crowd. It takes more than just courage for a man to attempt such a crazy stunt, but Dave didn't care for he needed that bead. It was a long and painful 5 minutes with the girl, she gave all that he could handle and brought dirty dancing to a whole new level. As sudden as Dave approach the girl, she left with her friend just as fast. "She raped me, she raped me hard" said poor Dave, who sacrifice all his dignity for that bead. But when it was all said and done, Dave was left standing alone with no beads.
Silly Dave, Beads are for girls... hahaha... oh man, good times.
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Yes, I can say that was not in fact you David, but another Dave. I was too molested, but no beads there either. Future reference: let's bring our own beads later.
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