like honestly, the vodka had to go somewhere, and your moms soap dispenser just seemed right at the time..
You made me take you back to Mcdonalds so you could yell at the guy for not giving you enough ketchup packets
I vaguely recall french fries...
You then proceeded to call your mom and tell her you weren't coming home because you were "tripping balls"
Sweet...
I think I had Hypothermia but was too drunk to notice.
