clearly a good party...

Apparently that doorbell noise I heard around 5am was actually the doorbell, not a breakbeat being spun. And who would ring someone's doorbell at 5am besides the cops? I missed the action but apparently she was easily convinced to leave us alone after a mere noise warning. So aside from that (and running out of ice, and a spot of girl trouble I hear), everyone seemed to have a great fuckin' time. But boy oh boy am I not looking forward to cleaning up the place.

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If this shirt said "hella" on top in the same lettering, i'd so buy it. I mean, I'd probably buy the shirt anyway, but I hate the word "hella" so much that it would just seal the deal.