Seems like my house has become the designated drinking spot. Sure i don't mind cause i love parties, but no one else seems to offer their place. Usually my parties are monthly and themed, but the last one i had was just to get rid of all the alcohol i had left over from new years. Of course i will still continue to have parties since everyone else is too scared to have it at their place, we have to have a place to drink right? So why not my place. Just expected next party to be themed, i just have to think of one first. Its not the parties that are the problem, its my dog Bentley. No he is not named after Teen Mom, a show that displays how kids can get pregnant and become famous from their stupid childish minds. I named him after the car because it shows wealth and smoothness. Since he is a boxer i thought this was appropriate because of his smooth coat and the confidence he shows by puffing out his chest. Little did i know that my dog would become a rape machine. He hopes everyone that walks through my door, mainly men. When he doesn't what he wants he flips out and growls and cries. It becomes a big problem when everyone is defenseless and drunk. So in your journey to my party just remember someone is always going to take advantage of you while your drunk. Maybe my theme will be female dogs, so its not so weird when my dog is raping you and for shits we can upload it to a pornsite for those people will sick fetishes.
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