camping trip with my family. ran down the trail to find a bunch of people headed back to millbury. the family wouldn't stop talking to me. the girls were cute. i couldn't remember their names. i wasn't wearing pants. i kept losing my skateboard. i had work at 9am the next day, but nobody would drive me home. it ended up not mattering because my father was my boss, or something

we all went to see a movie. it was a lounge with a projector. we were all very loud and drunk, and kept doing shots. everyone cringed at this one green drink, but it was delicious. my plan was to get laid but i didn't know who i wanted

we were walking down the street, i lost them. i called my aunt, she was upset and said my father hated her because she was getting herself off in the movie theatre

we were all at a hotel in the middle of NH, it was winter. i don't know who 'we' comprises. i wanted to go home. there were a bunch of guys saying weird things, i can't remember any of them. or who they were. i think it was a metal band.

my mom yelled at me for having a girl in my bed (who was it?). she said something like "NO SEX STOP THINKING ABOUT IT." i said MOM EVERY DAY MY #1 THOUGHT IS GETTING LAID, AND HOW OFTEN DOES IT ACTUALLY HAPPEN

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