Saturday night. 9 PM. I threw one of the most infamous talked about parties in all of Richmond. About six, no seven people were over playing Rock Band. A knock was heard on the door and I looked through the peep hole. Richmond Police Department. We talked. And he BUSTED our party. I couldn't really hear what he said because there was some lame party involving drugs and under-aged drinking going on the apartment across from mine, but he mentioned that someone had complained. Someone as in the girls in 103. So girls in 103, if you're reading this... Subscribe to my blog. And read it just in case I give ya'll another shout out! Love ya!
1 comment:
That party you had was out of control.
I think I broke my hip.
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