Hey guys! Glad you made it! The beers? Yeah so about that, see I was GONNA buy beer but I realized I didn’t have enough money. Like I had some money, 36 bucks. That would not be enough beer for this freakin’ rager that we’re about to have though, right? So I went down to the pool hall because there’s this guy who’s always trying to play for money right. The thing is, I’ve seen him shoot. He kinda sucks. So I bet him my 36 bucks. Turns out he’s just a big faker! He’s actually great at pool! In short, I got hustled.
And no, I didn’t just buy coke off that one legged guy that rests his leg in a crutch to shoot.
Okay so maybe I did. But that guy needs the money. It’s practically charity!
So anyway, that’s why I told you guys a two-hour earlier start time to the party. I figured you’d feel my pain and maybe chip in? Come on, I swear that I’m good for it! I invited a ton of chicks, so it’ll be great. What? No. Not Ashley’s friends. She’s going to some other party. I mean I’m sure she’ll see the posts so there’s that for me. Win-win, right guys?
Sweet! I knew you had my back! I’ll run out and get some beers right now! Oh and White Claw. The chicks’ll dig those. You guys just relax. Except, um… Steve, do you mind grabbing your speaker? I swear that it won’t get broken. I just kicked mine down the steps in a fit of rage after losing the beer money.