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PS: I didn’t have to clean up any of my vomit. I woke up in the morning and the vomit from the hallway was gone, even though the smell still lingered—as my roommate so graciously informed me. The vomit on the toilet was cleaned up by another guy on our floor so we all wouldn’t have to pay for the cleaning bill. It was really considerate, and I wanted to thank him, but he was one of the “popular” people on our floor, and I was one of the “people you forget live on our floor”, and felt too insignificant to approach him.

A Day in the Life: The first time I got drunk

Let me start by saying, I am incredibly boring. Less now than I was in high school. But overall, I’m not too exciting. When I got to university I was determined to change this. Suffice to say despite my poor first impression there were people who actually still ended up liking me. This simply tells me that my friends either have poor judgement, or are insane.

But that’s all for another time, this is about the first time I got drunk. Or at least, the earliest memory of I have of being drunk.

How do you say "this was a bad idea?" in japanese?

We did this international themed floor crawl where each room does an alcohol of a different country and shares it with everyone on the floor. My friend and I did Japan because we’re cool like that. My shit-eating fat bitch of a roommate was supposed to help, but she’s a stupid slutty whore, so she didn’t. Yeah, if you couldn’t tell, we don’t get along.

Everyone got shit faced. I was rolling around on my friend’s bed with my legs in the air, and spent a good portion of time sitting in the hallway remarking on how everything was spinning. All the while, I had a ripped t-shirt with the Japanese flag on it wrapped around my head. Then I went to bed. Lucky me, my bed happened to be a loft bed. I climbed up without accident, then 20 minutes later threw up in the hallway in front of my room, and then all over the toilet in the washroom across from my room.

If your Persian floormmate offers you some 'rocket fuel', take it from me, just say no

In the morning I was so proud of myself for not throwing up in our room. I boasted happily to my roommate who complained about the smell. But I never complained about the amount of dick she sucks, and how much space her fat ass takes up, so honestly it was uncalled for. Suffice to say, I hated her more.

What did I learn? Bailey’s is horrible, Whiskey tastes even worse, putting food colouring in poorly mixed coke and rum is pretty terrible, my friend and I are obviously the only people that know how to mix drinks, and when your entire floor is drunk off their asses you take group pictures you never would have otherwise.