my cotton filled mouth, refreshed by the sweet nectar of ice cold beer, needs food i snake through the party, rubbing off of sweaty near naked people, towards grub bits of monkey bread, the highlight of my short munch, last but milliseconds 8 beers down, 3 women to go everyone has a standard to live up to right? why not i hope i finally get with that girl from the east side i would fully enjoy being between those legs but shes not here, she is at home with her husband god ****** i have a tiny suspicion she likes him for his paycheck her rock took a toll on it, i know that for sure i see it gleaming off the sun, screaming 'im a gold digger!' she gives me a glance of two. i see it quite often oh well shes not here but that **** from 102 is i go over there words of an *** flow out of my cloudy throat she digs it... my ignorant ***** of a friend, morgan calls me over. my stomach curls as the *** races down, thrilling my nerves in my brain, lights ignite, i go wild like my fresh cig, my eyeslight up i except the fact that ill wake up next to her puke filled steve maddens and a '*******' text