Hey man,
Looked up your email online and wanted to send you some kinda apology for whatever the hell happened that I really can't remember from last night. I'll reimburse you for at least the cost of all the porn, since I got my money's worth out of that. I didn't to my knowledge puke on anything, have any actual sex on your furniture, or do anything else that might leave stains so cleanup...well. I'd hunt down the others for that. I'm not ratting anybody out, you know, but I can say who I got the text from and that was Jim.
SO. There's that to think about. Oh, and I hope your weasel is okay. He wanted to be part of the party I think, so I didn't put him in, but I don't know what happened with him until about..actually I don't remember anything.
So, you know. Send me the bill for that porn and I'll gladly man up.
-Leo McCoy.