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Day TwoWritten by Kid Bacardi We slowed down a bit yesterday in order not to have any derailments before we hit up the boat. We headed down to Chuck's mom's house and had dinner waiting for us when we got there. We were going to go to South Beach for the night, but decided that we would rather go some place that had more of a college scene. Chuck suggested some place in Fort Lauderdale so we showered and rolled out. When we got there we saw hott girls all over the place. You could say it was a target rich environment. There was a block full of bars on both sides of the street, and boozin on the street was legal. We grapped a few beers from this pizza place and the girl at the counter started to talk to me. I had a polo on with the number 6 on it and she asked me what the 6 was for. I told her it was just a number and she asked me were the other two 6's were. She had no idea but had hit the nail right on the fucking head. After we all grabbed our beers we headed to this place called Capones. It was cock stocked so after one walk around we headed back to the streets. We ended up sitting out side some other bar and watching this bouncer on a power trip take ID after ID from people. Some of these bitches were spending hour after hour trying to get their shit back from this guy. I wouldn't be suprised if he got a blow job or two out of the deal. We soon got bored of that and walked around again. Nothing really interesting was happening and we were all starting to get tired of this place, and then out of nowhere this group of girls from New York started talking to us. They weren't really that good looking, but what the fuck. we hung out with them for the rest of the night and one of those sluts wondered off to fuck some guy in his car. One of us decided that we should give them a ride back to their hotel and was that ever a mistake. They had no idea were it was and we ended us driving around for and hour looking for this fucking place. We were going to stay there for a while, but after the trip we all said fuck it and just headed home. We rolled into Chuck's mom's house around 6 and passed out. Oh, by the way I blew a .34 last night after everything was said and done. I didn't feel that drunk thought. Archives Page |
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