True Story© Party Like it's 1799
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Not all of my schemes involve me trying to scare fast money out of the world around me. Quite the contrary, actually. Sometimes I just wish to be entertained. Sometimes – as you have previously read in these stories – I will go to a bit of expense in making these things happen. So one day, I decides to rent out a venue and throw a New Year’s Eve party. The theme was a “Party Like it’s 1799 All White Party.” I would not be bothered with offering ANY further detail as to what exactly I meant by that. FaceBook invites, Pen & Pixel -style fliers, the whole shebang! Pre-sales of the almost-all-included tickets (food and soft drinks/water included but a cash bar for all alcohol purchases) were through the ROOF! Sold on into the hundreds, I was in business despite no apparent attempts to actually be “in business.” Despite my good fortune a couple weeks ahead of this, I was busy as a dime hooker on nickel buttfuck night, because I could not trust anyo