Parties are stupid.

[fuzzyllama1]

Parties are stupid.
 
I didn’t get to eat any of the SpongeBob cake on my fifth birthday.
Yellow with the holes in it and everything.
I didn’t cry,
but I sure as hell hid under the piano until everyone left.
 
Thirteen-year old boys were too busy trading Yu-Gi-Oh cards
and talking about tits to care about anything else.
I asked for card packs,
didn’t get a Dark Magician Girl though.
Coulda killed two birds with one piece of cardboard.
 
The only thing I got for my eighteenth birthday was political apathy.
A bunch of party animals set up across the street that same night.
Their sound systems were insane, but god their taste in music was terrible.
At least this time everyone seemed as feed up with it as I was.
 
I don’t remember my 21st.
I think I had three exams that day.
 
I met a girl at a party last Friday.
She seemed shy, but she made eye contact
that could truck a brick wall,
which I almost did as I drove her home.
I completely forgot about the condom in my wallet,
a gag-gift from my 23rd a few weeks back.
Who’s gagging now Mr. drivebacktoyourparent’shouseat3am?
 
I should throw a party.