You know its been a bad night when you can't remember getting home, you can't remember what you drank, and you wake up next to a guy. (A friend, and fully clothed might I add). In that sense, it was a bad saturday night. But I think the fun I had out weighed that. It is completely immature, but I think I have the most fun writing things on passed out people. My friend Louise had to go to church with the word slut on her leg. I said that's what you get for going to church. She got kind of mad...

I met a guy from Israel. He said that the weed there and Jordan were great, but that Jamaica was of course the best. He was actually an Ice Cream man. He had to leave when my friend tried to climb up his ice cream truck and then promptly fell off.  Whatev. Thats how we roll.

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