I still remember when I was 17 and threw a party for some friends. One friend drank so much she puked all over the couch, crashed, and the next morning looked like dead hammered dogshit someone had reheated in a microwave. I drove her home and helped her get to her door. Her mom opens the door, I have no idea what to expect, and she just points and starts cackling at her daughter.This is so true. I remember it from my youth.
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