This 30 minutes of guys all staring at our table might either boost my balls to never never land or ruin my innocent, happy-go-lucky character to the level of Hugh Hefnership.
Lucky bastard
I think if the reknown PLAYBOY mastermind was there that night, he might just give me a handshake and ask me to join his legion. Or better still, pass his throne to me.The next day..
The rest of the night is still blurry to me, can't think straight for I had too much to drink. Man, my memory is so bad nowadays and every word and thoughts doesn't come out as easily as it used to. Even in my writings I can see the effects, I'm limiting myself to the very basic vocabs to make thinkin easier. I guess I've truly departed from the guy who use to think so much and so hard. Woke up this morning and stumbled into this IQ Test and I thought to myself... did I party too much til I lost 2/3 of my braincells? Took the test and phew... I'm still a farkin genius!! Hhehehe
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