The Hungover Games

1.

I wiped my sloppy brown hair out of my sexy face and pulled on my sweet ass boots for no reason.
I accidentally fell over pussys godamn cat and looked like a wiggling fish as I struggled to stand up.

In the woods I tried to shoot a deer but my lowkey eyesight was being a pain in the dick and I missed the damn thing by a mile.

"Watch it barb you almost killed me" said my best friend lambo.

"Sorreh m8. I wouldn't want you to miss out on the hungover games" I told her.
She pulled out a piece of skanky bread and gave it to me. I chewed on it with my new falsies.

"I really wanna be part of this years hangover games" lambo said, and I nodded my fit neck in agreement.

"I put my name in 45 times, I really wanna do it this year"

Every year there is a hungover games in the capital, and you have to collect and drink as much alcohol as possible in the arena to win over the sponsors. Rumour has it that a bit of rumpy pumpy happens.

When I got home pussy was drawing a picture of her and the hot ass guy called grape from district twelve.
"Man I want a piece of that ass" I said, feeling very horny.

In the afternoon, we went to the reaping which was in the town square. Some drunk guy was parading round the stage singing sex songs from pitch perfect. He looked very erotic, and I felt my titties tingle.

"Pussy longbutt" the weird ass announcer called out, and I felt anger bubble up inside my hot bod.

How could she take my place when she knew how much I wanted to be in the hungover games?!