It was a party to end all parties. Eating, drinking, dancing…it wasn’t even noon yet and the day had descended into something closer to a birthday orgy than a party. The first party…that’s right, the first party of the day and clothes were already abandoned along with any semblance of modesty and decorum. The second party, while smaller and more intimate, soon met the same fate as the first and it wasn’t long until the stripper showed up. Because a birthday party isn’t a birthday party without a lap dance, right?
I’m sure it sounds like this was a glorious celebration, food…fun…fornication with all the guests. But as I sit, exhausted and alone at the stroke of midnight, the last of the inebriated, naked guests sent home…I have to think…a maid would have been a much better investment than a stripper.
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