Douche-tastic

Saturday.

Today was the Jersey Shore party Spiderman and I were invited to. Spiderman felt obligated to go as he hadn't seen his first year floormates in a while. I decided to go with him expecting not to be there too long.

I picked up Spiderman around 9:30 and went back to my place to change. I didn't really have anything that I wanted to wear that suited the theme; Wanted being the key word. I ended up throwing on a dress shirt--popping the collar of course. Underneath that went a wife beater that was clearly visible as I left three or four buttons undone. I finished off the look with a guido front flare and oversized prada shades that I "inherited" from my older brother. Douche look complete.

The overall party seemed to be a bit slow although we were an hour late. We met some amusing people including a totally wasted brown guy. He had a permanent smile on his face and taught us the word "clutch".

Seeing as we weren't in a huge mood to party, Spiderman and I left, but not until he took 1/3 of a shot of apple Smirnoff. With Spiderman tipsy, fun times were had just chillin'.

A Chinese man can say a lot of stupid **** when drunk.