Holly Golightly and I hit it off; I'm debonair, and I haven't spilled on her dress yet--but there's this sinking feeling in my stomach as I realize I know her from before this party, "What the hell are you doing here?" and she gets understandably angry, but it's too late because I'm already puking on her dress, and yes, into her cleavage. I put my sunglasses back on, and I get up and leave.
by Leeroy Berlin of Lancaster
