but it coudn't have been as happy as Trevor's.




Maybe as happy as Liisa's.




Mark's was clearly happy. Lydia... is Lydia. There's no explaining her. Like the Matrix.




Apparently we were the after-party, because a lot of people showed up just after midnight. A girl who I don't know puked in a bag, Trevor's cousin Rick won our chugging contest, Johnny Blair pissed off the balcony, I verbally abused my sick friend Bill on the phone, then I kicked everyone out of my room so I could fall asleep complaining to my girlfriend about how sick I felt. She barfed in the morning, but I was cool. Happy 2004.












Also, Ryan took a picture of his cock (not included).

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