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Last night was...interesting. In a good way.

I got in a fight with my boss. I beat him up, proved my point, and left work early.

I bought some red wine; one $30 bottle, and two $5 bottles, but only because the label on them said "Cheap Red Wine".

I went to a local talk show about sex, with a few of my very good friends.

One of the segments on the show was about mens underwear. I modeled some underwear for the crowd. I kept my modeling underwear on after the little session. The pair I was wearing previously went into someone else's purse.

I sat inbetween a very, very hot girl's legs all night. She was wearing a kilt, and happened to be going commando, which she related to me on several occasions.

I broke one of my little plastic bracelets. I was sad. Someone stole it, and cited some urban legend/tradition where upon I owed them some oral favor. They still have the bracelet, for the moment.

I learned that short girls do not like to be picked up. Details are not important.

I went to get food with a gorgeous group of people on broadway. We got drinks and food. A very, very hot girl stuck her hand down my pants. She also requested my modeling underwear. She did indeed recieve them, after reminding me of her state of underwearingness.

A girl drew on my hand to explain where her g-spot was, and how to go about using it. It looks like a football play.

I narrowly avoided falling down in the bathroom hastily removing my pants for above reasons.

I bought dinner and drinks for a different hot girl than above.

I kissed a very good friends girlfriend.

One or two of these things is not true. You be the Judge. Sydni is not allowed to answer.