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i went to a party that lasted three days but i didn't remember any of it. from what the other partygoers told me, i got around. and i got a tattoo. it was a cheetah on my back. my mom came and picked me up and was just like, "whatever"

i'm going to an Eminem concert with Dillonj and Randall. the concert is on the third floor of a bank. the first floor is a normal bank. the second floor is a party type thing. a buncha middle aged women in gowns smoking and putting on makeup. Allie is there. me and Dillon have been talking about Jo and Freddy. we finally make it to the third floor. Eminem is fat and gross with nasty looking facial hair and a beer belly. plus he can't rap. Dillon and i decided to leave but Randall wanted to stay, which wasn't surprising.