Ladies had to wear classy lingerie, classy jewelry and classy heels, men in black tie affair.
My bedroom became the room for me, my dog and my lesbians who brought lots of coke. It was great. Redding kept coming upstairs to tell me what was going on downstairs and to use my personal restroom, also, his shirt was missing as usual.
I look downstairs and now there’s a mix of people in my theme and people in floral print and flowers. The party down the street got busted so now theres over 400 people in my house. My roommates are going to hate me and I don’t give a shit.