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Originally Posted by CaptainCrunch
Besides the requisite drunked brawls, punching a friend out one late night because he was standing between me and a girl that was way out of my league, and then having to apologize the next day. Declaring my love outside of the window of my girlfriends house at three in the morning only to find out that she had gone away for the weekend and her parents were home.
Two words, drunk tank.
five words She was hotter last night.
The 26'er challenge the night before I started school where I ended up falling down a flight of stairs, and getting my stomach pumped.
waking out passed out on my neighbours hammock in the backyard wearing only my underwear.
Going to the bar the night before I had to defend my termpaper in front of three profs instead of spending that night preparing. Then an angry unshaven, hungover CaptainCrunch snapping at a professor "What the hell do you know, you've never had a real job"
There are too many stories and its one reason shy I don't drink anymore.
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A friend of mine was doing a martial arts demonstration in the living room at a house party. My back was to him, I turned around to see a fist headed at my face. I proceded to block it and drop him like a bag of dirt. Sorry about that, John.
