"You're Cut"

Jul 04, 2005 22:22

I can't believe I'm not in jail.

All hell broke loose, and our nice little lake-side hotel turned into a war zone within minutes.
We broke everything that had potential to be broken. Even the bed was broken into pieces, and someone stole the TV and VCR. The party was cut short when Jay came up to the room with a crowbar and gasoline.

I'm sick, sun burnt, cut and bruised, broke, sore, and hungry.
But, it was worth every minute.
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