There was a party in honor of me slipping out of my mother's womb. I'm not going to bore you with the minor details here. Let's just skip to the juicy parts.
- There was a party.
- My closest companions where there.
- Alcohol may or may not have been imbibed.
- There were a few people I didn't expect to see which made me giddy.
- Cake was served.
- Cake was eaten.
- Cake was smeared on most items in my apartment.
- The laundry room door was shattered into several pieces by a marauding band of gypsies. (Yes, that happened)
- Hot chicks got (almost) naked in my room. Then they got wet.
As you can see, my 27th wasn't so bad. I didn't even vomit. I didn't get a birthday blow job, but I did get a birthday kiss. Then of course I completed the transaction in my trousers.
In closing, it was the best (and hottest) night of my life.
I don't get out much.
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