Well, I thought tonight would be the same, just as any other nights... Well, at 9 o'clock, I get a phone call from my friend Michelle... She went to a party, was gonna hook up with her usual booty call guy, well he was really drunk. He threw up on her, and so, she called me, needing me to pick her up. I'm just that way, if someone calls, and says "Megan, I need your help", I'm there. So, I get going, and I get to the house, it's full of people. I mean, come on, it's a Monday night for gods sake people. I'm looking through the house, and I see red plastic cups every where, like, 9 or 10 Frisbee being thrown through the house, and they are blaring Avril Lavigne. *shudders* Oh, There were also THOUSANDS of gummy bears, EVERYWHERE! I mean, that place looked like an all out race war had come and gone betwixt the colors of gummies. WTF. Soooo, in my search to find Michelle, I go upstairs... I found her. The guy had stripped to his boxers, she in her bra.... and he's actually sucking gummy bears out of her vajay jay. Wow. So, of course, being the responsible and loving friend *read as 'mother figure'*, I walked back in, smacked him on the back of the head, and asked Michelle if she wanted to go home, of course, after he was done with her. lol. And she said, "Oh yea, I called you. Well, actually, we're not dirty now, so you can go find a guy to have fun with, we'll be done in a bit." I love my friend. I just laughed and waited downstairs, amidst the gummy massacre. She came down about 45 minutes later, she'd managed to find her pants, her underwear, but her shirt was gone. I had to give her my sweater. It still smells like gummy bears. I drove her home, got her in bed, told her mom that she's fine, just a bit buzzed, and to have her call me in the morning. Michelle's momma loves me. So, I just got home, it's 12:36 P.M. Oh, I also saw two cow elk coming home. Never during hunting season though.... But tonight? Fuck that noise, saw those VERY healthy cows. I think my little big brother would be pissed hahaha.