Mike
When I was 17 I went to a party at my crush’s house. I had a couple of shots of whiskey and worked up the nerve to ask her out, and she shot me down. I dealt with that rejection by finishing the bottle of whiskey, blacking out in the bathroom, and shitting my pants.
The next day I woke up in my bed. I had walked home completely blacked out. The part I didn’t remember was filled in when my crush’s mom called my mom to say I had tracked shit all the way from her bathroom out of the front door. I then had to go to her house and scrub shitty footprints off of her floors and carpet while she hosted her book club.
These idiots are just as stupid.
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