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A story in photos. Setting: Wednesday night, Fallers House lounge. 4am.
Daru ties a garbage bag, with garbage in it, to his head as a doo rag. He proceeds to read a Disney cd out loud, much to Vicky my roommate's chagrin. She was trying to write an Adam Smith paper. Let's guess who the shitfaced one was. Yeah, half a fifth of rum in 15 minutes.
Daru takes Vicky's phone and randomly calls a friend of hers, who, it turned out, had an 8am midterm the next day.
Enter Felipe. Felipe coopts my Brita filter and puts it to better use than it has even been used for.
(Officially my favorite picture of all time)
I was drunk meself. apologies for focus, or lack thereof.
Oh, good times. Good times.