Well yesterday was July 4th. How nice. I went to the Promanard (aka a harbor) to watch the fireworks, which were awsome by the way. Noticed that a few friends brough along beer and they got drunk! -sigh- I though they'd be strong enough to not get drunk. =.=; But I found out it started to pour! And I forgot I had a white tank top on. =.=; Luckily a friend of mine (who was really nice to me) he gave me his sweatshirt. That was so nice of him, I knew he was trying to avoid looking at my 'hmm hmm's. Then things really started to get messy. One friend of mine came up to me and grabbed my chest and wouldn't let go, tried to kiss me until my friend that gave me his sweatshirt beat the s**t out of him and told the guy I was taken. So he drove me home right after that. He really hopes that my bf appreaciates it. And so now I hate drunk people.
Seductive Shark Community Member 
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