Valentines Day

Starts with a chocolate donut, it's 2 p.m. somebody went through my quilt book and drew a giant blue cock on my teddy bear. We circle around and play poker sharing stories of past valentines and IHOPs. It morphs into sex stories, all the guys suck, "there was this chick... and we banged". We, the girls, had better ones, sexy librarians and models. The blue and whites show up, they say we got a noise complaint, there were three all flanking my door. They tell me I'm not being too loud and leave, but they come back in my dreams the next morning. There is skittled vodka or vodka-ed skittles and skittles all over my floor. in the corner there is a pile of dirt and doritos, I guess the means it is an awesome party. we drink all of the booze and set the wallpaper to an old lady getting her purse stolen by a spaceship. flattened skittle discs on my floor and pieces of risk create chaos. we started with munchkin now why do we all have three cups?