The Hungover (Oh, what a night!)
I have a test tomorrow morning at 9. So to prepare for it I sat in my room and watched TV and surfed the interwebs for about 11 hours. I thought I'd let you guys know. I mean you, Quoc.
While I'm here I might as well share my weekend with you. Again I mean you, Quoc.
This weekend was homecoming so my mom drove up to see her beloved son (that's me). But since that would've been pretty lame, I asked her to bring my two of my best friends with her. I mean, my mom is cool and all, but I don't think she would've approved bringing me a bottle of Captain Morgan and going shot for shot with me, so yeah. Anyway, while my mom was here we went shopping and got some grub down at Fridays. Everything was going great. But when she left, we did what any college student does on a Saturday and drank 'til fat chicks looked acceptable (Note: they never do and no amount of alcohol can change that).
Everything is going fine.
I'm not what one would call "popular" or "social" so I don't know many other people outside of my main circle of friends (I mean you, Quoc). But Quoc is and does! Even better he used to attend UAlbany, so he had a few friends on campus that were throwing a house party. We hopped our drunk asses in a taxi and we were there faster than you can say "Is it me, or is the world spinning?". We got into the party, shotgunned a beer and started playing some pong.
Somehow we're still keeping it together...
... but it's going all down hill from here.
Now, this might just be me, but about 10 shots and 2 beers does things to my being able to comprehend the gravity of certain situations. And by "things" I mean completely obliterate it. Apparently, as I was sitting on the steps trying not to puke (I didn't; puking is for homos and women... Johnathon) Quoc got tackled to the ground by a drunk stranger that he tried to hug. Now, I think that it's just a general rule of thumb not to try that ever, but whatever; Quoc has gotten away with crazier things. The bastard even chipped his front tooth! Things get better, when another group of strangers not only pull Quoc's attacker off of him, but chased him down and beat the shit out of him. Talk about vigilante justice.
Oh, what a fuckin' night. This kind of shit only happens in Albany.
Let's see how drunk we can get next weekend...
While I'm here I might as well share my weekend with you. Again I mean you, Quoc.
This weekend was homecoming so my mom drove up to see her beloved son (that's me). But since that would've been pretty lame, I asked her to bring my two of my best friends with her. I mean, my mom is cool and all, but I don't think she would've approved bringing me a bottle of Captain Morgan and going shot for shot with me, so yeah. Anyway, while my mom was here we went shopping and got some grub down at Fridays. Everything was going great. But when she left, we did what any college student does on a Saturday and drank 'til fat chicks looked acceptable (Note: they never do and no amount of alcohol can change that).
Everything is going fine.
I'm not what one would call "popular" or "social" so I don't know many other people outside of my main circle of friends (I mean you, Quoc). But Quoc is and does! Even better he used to attend UAlbany, so he had a few friends on campus that were throwing a house party. We hopped our drunk asses in a taxi and we were there faster than you can say "Is it me, or is the world spinning?". We got into the party, shotgunned a beer and started playing some pong.
Somehow we're still keeping it together...
... but it's going all down hill from here.
Now, this might just be me, but about 10 shots and 2 beers does things to my being able to comprehend the gravity of certain situations. And by "things" I mean completely obliterate it. Apparently, as I was sitting on the steps trying not to puke (I didn't; puking is for homos and women... Johnathon) Quoc got tackled to the ground by a drunk stranger that he tried to hug. Now, I think that it's just a general rule of thumb not to try that ever, but whatever; Quoc has gotten away with crazier things. The bastard even chipped his front tooth! Things get better, when another group of strangers not only pull Quoc's attacker off of him, but chased him down and beat the shit out of him. Talk about vigilante justice.
Oh, what a fuckin' night. This kind of shit only happens in Albany.
Let's see how drunk we can get next weekend...
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Shit in 'dis bitch:
Procrastination
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