D-Party
When a bunch of guys sit in a circle, spit out green glop, and talk about how they’re gonna beat up their exes. It’s like the Boston Tea Party, but with more bad breath and less fancy clothes.
My uncle’s D-Party is so loud, the neighbors called the cops and got high too.
At the D-Party, my friend tried to talk to my mom and she just stared at him like he was a ghost.
My brother brought his D-Party to my house and now my house smells like a swamp.