good girls and one real bad boy

Tom's welcome home dinner started off promising with fine wines and herring, but proceeded to get questionable once victoria nicknamed herself "funny face". I wet my pants at the dinner table and had to use the crisp white napkin to hide my embarrassment as I ran to the rest facilities. Luckily, I had a durable liner in my dress. After espresso and ameretto we took a trip to havanna. We all knew the night would end up at the tradewnds, so we just caved in and made an appearance. A true dance competition came about as soon as I entered the dance floor, which resulted into a blood bath. I got punched in the nose by a raging birthday queen, and by the end of the evening the true "funny face" turned out to be me.