Our second or Third weekend in foco we went to this guy marcus' house. I don't remember how we met this guy at all. All I remember is:
1. They had lots of jungle juice
2. Lindsey slept with someone
3. I ralphed on the dog
4. That was the last time the religious cheerleader went out with us
5. jaime and I had to be carried
For the rest of the year my friends milked the dog puke thing, I mean I didn't meannn to. Also, it's slightly impressive to vom on a moving target. My bad.
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