More of 'em feels

So, my birthday was June 1. I personally invited around fifty of my closest friends to my fifty acre yard, with a pool, a bonfire, four-wheeler, and two dirt-bikes. (Before you call me a rich kid, my dad's a mechanic and gets to keep a lot of the things he works on). Sounds like a good time, right? Before 2:00 about ten people text me, saying "I'm on my way!". So I wait. Three show up. I'm like whatevs, they're my close friends, and we can still have a lot of fun. So, we're having a good time, and one of my friends jokingly posts on Facebook, at Derp's, BYOB. About thirty people show up within the hour. They say things like, "Oh, I was going to come, I'm just a little late. Haha" I smile and say "Oh, that's fine!" But inside, I'm just kind of like "Go fuck yourself!". Some of them even had the nerve to ask me to help pay for their booze since they're "Sharing with me". So, that night at least one hundred people show up at my place. A lot of them, I don't even know. Everybody gets COMPLETELY shitfaced and makes a huge mess. Someone threw up on my couch, and my ten year old sisters' bed. Someone had sex on MY bed, and my parents'. And there was blood in my parents' bed. I didn't ask. Several fights broke out, someone shit in my yard and got it inside somehow, there was puke EVERYWHERE, beer cans, bottles, trash, clothes, all kinds of things in every nook and cranny of my parent's property and I didn't even have a sip of alcohol. I end up caring for everybody all night and the next morning, and have to clean things up all day. Plus, I had to deal with the shit my parents gave me for having a "wild party", you know the whole "We trusted you and are very disappointed" speech . Most left without saying goodbye, and if they did, all I got was "Rad party" or "Let's do this again".
So, I'm officially never having a birthday party again.

i would have come
if i was invited

Maybe it's 'cause he's too... HORNY