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So we drank a couple of beers and then we bought some wine and the next thing I know I'm lying in Ian's front yard hurling. I could hear everyone talking about me but I can't remember what they were saying. I jumped off the fencey part of Brians front porch and sprained my ankle, it's purple and blue and red today. It sucked working.
I probably would've passed out in Ians front yard but they got me in my car somehow, and Ian drove it to my house and Brian and Christie followed him in Brians car.
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07.15.2005 - 09:15
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