One Tequila, Two tequila, Three Tequila, FLOOR.
On Sunday Morning I awoke...confused. I was in John's bed. I look and see John at the foot of the bed. I then noticed the room was still a little wobbly. Though the events of the previous night were not entirely clear. I then saw that I was laying in vomit. Which was located on the bed. Then I was like...."Holy shit, did I throw up in your bed?"
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