rice balls

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so yesterday i was out with friends all day.

i'd left around 12 to go to my friend's graduation lunch at this fancy ass restaurant.

and the food was great,

though there was this one dude that looked like private from penguins of madagascar,

and he called my brother out for ordering wine and not being 21.

that was pretty funny because he avoided our table for the rest of the day.

then after the bomb ass lunch,

my brother, cousin and i headed to the mall to get my friend a present.

which ended up taking about an hour,

but he really liked the gift so it was worth it.

then my friend's family felt bad that the restaurant didn't want to serve us wine.

so they offered us some at their house.

and me being the alcoholic i am,

accepted their offer.

there was this one uncle of my friend's that just had a pot of rice

and would kinda just reach in and bunch up the rice and make rice balls,

then eat them out of his hand just like that.

he was pretty cool.

so yeah my friend's uncle served me and my cousin some beer,

and then presumed walking around the house with his pot of rice.

three beers later,

i was shouting at my friend for cheating at the video game we were playing.

but between you and me,

i was the one cheating.

guess boobs can be a pretty good distraction when you're trying to beat a guy at a video game you know nothing about.

i also had the tendency to say dumb things in my slightly buzzed state,

but i say dumb shit when i'm sober so not much of a difference there.

then i had a margarita that was so strong oh my god.

but my friend saw i was getting a bit drunk so he took me to the kitchen and made me sit on the counter and poured the rest of my drink down the sink.

i was mad because it was so fucking good and now i couldn't finish it.

so i just sat there,

being all bratty and shit for him being a good friend and stopping me.

but he wasn't having my bratty attitude so he just stood there and crossed his arms.

his arms looked so big and strong i was like,

don't fuck with him brenda,

he will fuck you up.

plus he would definitely not hesitate to use his arms to his advantage if you get what i'm saying.

eventually he let me leave the kitchen after making me promise to slow down with the drinks and we resumed playing video games and occasionally flirting.

eventually the drunkenness had worn off due to the fried chicken and chips i ate.

and i was back to normal.

until my cousin convinced me to have four more beers with her...

so by the end of the night,

i'd gotten drunk again.

except this time it was worse because the alcohol from early still hadn't fully worn off,

so my friend got all protective and shit again and made sure i didn't fall out of my chair or anything like that.

at one point he had me sit next to him on the sofa so i wouldn't leave and get lost in the house.

and i kept trying to wiggle out of his grasp and go do something stupid but he had his arm around me so i wasn't moving.

so yeah,

last night was pretty fun

and i really wanna fuck my friend.

- b ;)

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