Long story short, I’m having a movie-worthy high school party. The parents are out of town and thanks to the urging of a few sketchball friends, my quaint suburban home has been transformed into the coolest sexpad in all of Amherst, Massachusetts (aka the only sexpad in all of Amherst, Massachusetts).
Probably because they wanted me, but most likely because they had a few too many Mike’s Hard Lemonades, three girls decide to take a shower in my bathroom (I know, right?!?)
So of course my sketchball friends are all like “yeah dude, you should totally check them out through your backyard window…it’ll be just like in that movie!”
I decide I’m going for it. My friends (who apparently were also very timid sketchballs) say they aren’t going with, but demand a full report when I get back.
Here goes. Deep breath and…
I walk around towards my backyard window, trip, fall down, and quickly decide not to take a peak for fear that the girls will see me.
I do, of course, have a full, completely false report for my eager comrades: “Yeah, dudes. So many boobs. They were making out and shit.”
-elisha
