I was drinking at a friends house with some of our other friends. I got so drunk that the last thing I remember is lying on the porch and throwing up. The next day I woke up in a nice bed surprisingly with no hangover and find out that my friends step dads (who we all thought was an asshole) bike was under the porch right where I threw up so it got all over the bike. I felt strangely proud for being able to hit the bike so accurately. Apparently I also tried to talk to the cat but it bit me in the forehead.
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