I wrote this post immediately after that night described to read it like you were reading it immediately after:
as crazy or as wild as the last time I went drinking in Karen but still fun.
So what's today's post about? I've already said that I met some old high school buddies, so this post is about one of them. Lets call him Leo, after what I have to say about him you'll see why I'm not using his real name. He reads my blog, by the way (good stuff, man!!), and already knows that I'm writing this but if he doesn't like it I'ma take it down.
A little background on Leo. We went to the same school 3rd and 4th. He's was always immaculately dressed and behaved. He's clothes were always clean (we had one tap for like 1000 students), well ironed (you could cut your finger on the line on his trousers) and he had the whitest cleanest shirts in the whole school( I mentioned the one tap, right?). Oh and his grades were also really good and the teachers loved him.
Anyway while at the party somehow we began talking about lesbianism and then he goes " I don't like seeing chics make out" and I was in shock!!! WTF?!!! A dude who doesn't like seeing chics make out? Really? Then he goes on to explain how he just doesn't like gay shit. So the ladies at the party (who were also shocked,btw) go on to ask him a series of questions which I'm putting in Q&A style for simplicity's sake:
Q: Even if the chics were Kim Kardashian (can anyone tell me why this chic is famous?) and [insert hot model chic who's name I can't remember her]
Q: Ever kissed a girl?