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Last night, I hung out with my cousin at his apartment. One, I bought for all of his friends; two, I got free beer out of it. The thing about buying for those guys, was that I don't think that they realized how long the list of alcohol was. I walked out of the old mission store with two cases, a 15 pack of silos, a 12 pack, six smirnhoffs, a twenty of killians, and two fifths. Thats a lot of booze. I was kind of pissed when I got back to the apartment because when I had to carry all of that to my car by myself, but then when I told them that they all had to grab their own shit, they all sat their and looked at me like they weren't going to do it. I'm not sorry that I made their asses carry their own shit in because there was a lot of it and they had another thing coming if they thought I was going to haul all of that stuff into that apartment.
Anyways, my stomach is now angry, no my who digestive system is angry with me because of my drinking that night. I had to have had almost eight of those killians. Thats not a lot of beer, but typically I don't drink real heavy beer like that and now I have acid reflux and a whole lot of gas. Pretty picture, I know. I don't have it as bad as the student manager who relieved me today at work. Man did he have it rough. He walked in and I almost offered to take his shift for him. He looked like a zombie. To top it off, as I sit down to eat about four hundred students from foreign language day stroll in and bum rush the dining commons, which was already understaffed and didn't exactly have the supplies to cater to these kids.
It was so funny watching students from the dorms walk in. The look on their faces was priceless when they noticed that the dining room was full of hundreds of middle schoolers.
Anyways, my stomach is now angry, no my who digestive system is angry with me because of my drinking that night. I had to have had almost eight of those killians. Thats not a lot of beer, but typically I don't drink real heavy beer like that and now I have acid reflux and a whole lot of gas. Pretty picture, I know. I don't have it as bad as the student manager who relieved me today at work. Man did he have it rough. He walked in and I almost offered to take his shift for him. He looked like a zombie. To top it off, as I sit down to eat about four hundred students from foreign language day stroll in and bum rush the dining commons, which was already understaffed and didn't exactly have the supplies to cater to these kids.
It was so funny watching students from the dorms walk in. The look on their faces was priceless when they noticed that the dining room was full of hundreds of middle schoolers.