One of the few times I've been legitimately drunk in my life was my freshman year of college, and my friends had filled me up on tequila. The host of the party had satin sheets on his bed, and I kept sliding off and landing on the floor. It made me giggly, so I kept doing it over and over again, until he finally came in (laughing) and said I had to stop because their apartment was on the second floor. My friend Kevin (in a very commanding tone) made me lay on the floor with my head on a pillow and not move, so I started complimenting everyone on their shoes.
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