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’m a go ahead and fuck down ATL. So when I leave in January I’ll have no regrets.
I think I had Hypothermia but was too drunk to notice.
