I officially have to party more. Saturday got so thrashed I don't remember the end of the night. I remember drunk fencing, the obliterator ( I don't think I was involved directly ), talking to some people then intermitent cut scenes of clinging to a garbage can. I think Taylor was trying to kill me. Bastard. I think my alcohol tolerance has been
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