Status: Let's go guys. This is going to be great.

I'm Sorry...

eleven.

Dear Lauren,

Sorry that you got really drunk last night and puked all over, then shit your pants. And I am sorry that I told everybody thinking it was funny. Also, I'm sorry that I am talking about it again. But you should've seen yourself. You took a drag of your cigarette, then began to cough, which led to gagging, which led to you spewing all over the park, and THEN you started crying because you pooped your pants. But I'm not sorry because I am SUCH a good fucking friend that I helped you take those poopy underwear off and got you into the shower, so I'm sorry your mad. But I love you anyways. :)

-Regan Leigh.