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Inner Monologue of a Guy on a Party Cruise
Posted by itsyourboyerik
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9:32 AM
Wow. There are a lot of people WASTED already on this boat. There must be like 1,500 drunk people on this pool deck. They just got on, how the hell did they manage to get this drunk? What is it, 1:30pm? No, looks like it's only 12:45pm. That's impressive...they'll never last. They'll probably be in bed by 8:00pm, idiots. I'm going to pace myself. That's what I'll do. Pace myself, lay some ground work down with the ladies, and close the deal later tonight. Just stick to the plan.
What the hell? What is that crowd gathered over there for? Why is that fat guy standing on that chair with that bottle of tequila? Looks like he's about to pull his pants dow.. yep, there they go. God, it's a mad house already. Is that meat head with the tribal arm band tattoo about to take a shot out of the fat guy's butt-crack? Yeah, it appears that's what's going on. Ugh. God. He's asking for more. You've got to be kidding me. Half of it was absorbed by fatty's butt hair. Why would you want a shot of tequila that's passed over some guys sweaty butt-hole? Gross. Jesus. That chick over there on that other girl's shoulders has a nice rack. God, she's hot. Surely she's not impressed by this dude...no, it appears that she's cheering for him too.
