so everyone knows that poster, you know, the "there is no drunk in team":
well that was me tonight. holding up brian who took two liquid coccaine shots and then had three rum runners. for those who don't know whats in a rum runner its bacardi 151, and for those who dont know how bad that is its some pretty powerful shit that makes people fuckin crazy. so he tried to walk home, and then after fifteen minutes of coaxing we got him in the car and safely to the reserve. i swear i'll never be DD again. the end.