I remember once in my younger days, sharing a house with another guy, who was out of town at the time, and I decided to host a spur of the moment party. Word got out and a ton of people showed up, thank God most of them were my friends.
Anyways, we were all just a rockin, I can't recall what I was drinking, but the last thing I remember the place was packed and I was leaning out the kitchen window puking my guts out. The next thing I know, I wake up the next day sprawled in a chair, the sun is shining, and there's no-one around. I find out from my friends that the party went on for a few more hours, with me passed out right in the middle of things.
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