Maybe I could have timed this better...

After I collect myself and step outside I'm immediately confronted by some cracker with a shit-eating grin, I kind of recognize him but all these pussies look the same to me. "Dude," he says barely holding back peals of laughter "The balls on you man, that's legendary!"

I see he's got a phone in his hand and I realize he's one of the people on that skank's contact list. If this shit-head's seen it already that means...I barely have time to think before I'm hit in the back of a head with something heavy. I try to get my arms up and figure out what's going on but another hit knocks me to the floor. There's another hit and another and then I sort of lose track. I wake up at the hospital a few hours later. I hear Kristen and Gwen's boyfriends double-teamed me while that fuckface was trying to congratulate me. Of course, "nobody saw anything," so they're going to get away with it...legally speaking (I'm not letting this shit go, not by a long shot). Not only do I not recover in time for the regular season to start, but all the bitches on campus are avoiding me; turns out none of them want to be humiliated like the Kristen and Gwen were when those pictures and footage got out.

In retrospect, maybe I should have just sent them to myself to use on a rainy day...