Halloween!
So Aubrey, Nicki, Matt, Nicole, Stacy, Devon, Dana, me, and a couple of extra (but unfortunately - more on that later) very hot girls went out to West Hollywood last night for Halloween. For those of you unfamiliar with the Hollyween tradition, they close off Santa Monica boulevard for miles; from Beverly Hills all the way out past La Cienega, where Nicole happens to live, they bring in food vendors, beer gardens, live bands, and tens of thousands of crazy souls for Samhain, including the requisite East Hollywood weirdos, twinks and queens. Fun shit.
Anyway, I decided to go as a suicide bomber, and I definitely won the award for most politically incorrect costume among the whole group (although at least half of them were schoolgirls...). The costume went over huge in Hollywood though, as I had people stopping me and asking to take pictures, as well as fellow "Arabs" raising their fists and screaming "One thousand years of jihad!" as I walked by. And speaking of schoolgirls, the two extra chicks that we brought along tonight - to be honest, I don't know whose friends they were - were amazing hot, and (sweet statutory!) 19 years old. I definitely would have moved in for the kill if it weren't for certain extenuating circumstances. Well, she's really only one extenuating circumstance. Oh, to have been single that night... By the way, Matt's pretty much gay ("bi" - whatever the fuck that means), so when he violates one of these girls it "doesn't count." So he got to work "slutting them up" a lot. Before the night was over, the skirts and shirts were just suggestions, and we became intimately familiar with certain articles of their apparel. Thanks Matt!
Pictures are coming. I bet after the above description, you're excited. Frankly, I am too.
Anyway, Matt, Aubrey and Nicki decided to leave early and drove off without me (thanks guys), so I was stuck sleeping with Nicole again that night, a prospect which didn't have me flipping backwards. I even had to get up at the asscrack of dawn to make my French class this morning. I guess they just figured I'd be okay. Or they didn't want to be seen with the guy who was planning on blowing up the infidel. Whatever.
Anyway, I decided to go as a suicide bomber, and I definitely won the award for most politically incorrect costume among the whole group (although at least half of them were schoolgirls...). The costume went over huge in Hollywood though, as I had people stopping me and asking to take pictures, as well as fellow "Arabs" raising their fists and screaming "One thousand years of jihad!" as I walked by. And speaking of schoolgirls, the two extra chicks that we brought along tonight - to be honest, I don't know whose friends they were - were amazing hot, and (sweet statutory!) 19 years old. I definitely would have moved in for the kill if it weren't for certain extenuating circumstances. Well, she's really only one extenuating circumstance. Oh, to have been single that night... By the way, Matt's pretty much gay ("bi" - whatever the fuck that means), so when he violates one of these girls it "doesn't count." So he got to work "slutting them up" a lot. Before the night was over, the skirts and shirts were just suggestions, and we became intimately familiar with certain articles of their apparel. Thanks Matt!
Pictures are coming. I bet after the above description, you're excited. Frankly, I am too.
Anyway, Matt, Aubrey and Nicki decided to leave early and drove off without me (thanks guys), so I was stuck sleeping with Nicole again that night, a prospect which didn't have me flipping backwards. I even had to get up at the asscrack of dawn to make my French class this morning. I guess they just figured I'd be okay. Or they didn't want to be seen with the guy who was planning on blowing up the infidel. Whatever.
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