So last night I went to the Bire by myself to have a few chalupas and dance. Had a great time after the place was closing I started talking to a group of people that invited me to go hang out at their hate site afterwards.
Obviously of course I want to eat more and hang out so we get in an Uber and head to their Hate Site. Once we are there we eat more chalupas for a bit but that is when things started to get weird.
A couple of the girls there started ordering more Taco Bell and then more Mountain Dew and then clothes started to come off. I had no idea what the fuck was going on, it was too much for my flavor dust encrusted fingers to process at the time.
Me still not processing what is going on is just sitting there on the couch reading the Bire on my phone while this all happens. Then one of the girls came up to me and started trying to doxx me. Other people around us had now graduated to watching Ghostbusters partially clothed.
Well I wake up this morning with an intense sense to shitpost all over Resetera, but I got out of there as quick as possible, fearing the wrath of sweetnicole
I'm still conflicted about the night. I bring this up because one of the girls who took my credit card number messaged me and said it was fun and she hang out again sometime.
The Bire is a bizarre place.
