Lie number one:
Franklin is heavily drinking at house party getting his crush on. Current primary girl number 1 texts Franklin that she wants to go to house party since she saw it on Facebook. Franklin decides it is an excellent idea to text that he is in Atlantic City instead of telling her she can't come. This charade lasts the entire night until 3am requiring multiple trips to the "tables."
Franklin wakes up at 10am to a text message of questioning how much he won. Franklin won nothing except forgetting his keys at the party and getting me locked the fuck out requiring multiple cab trips. I hope his Chili Burger sits well in his stomach today. Fucker.
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