it all started out with work.
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I worked valet, parked two cars.

I got some free indian food from the place i worked at

I got home, took shots and went to the bars.

All was well until we decided to go bar hopping.

The second bar we went to took my ID and wouldn't give it back. "Fuck", i say.

All is well, I leave, without my fake ID.

I go to a friend's house, and meet up with my roommates, who decide to "buck" on my bike rack.

All is well, again, and we head over to a friend's place, where we have bunch of beers.

On the way, we take a spill into some mud, and next thing I know, I am laying in a pile of mud in my friend's backyard.

Whatever, I shake it off (the mud).

After a while, I decide to leave. Me and my roommate bike home.

On the way back, my roommate throws down a trash can in the alley, right in front of me.

I proceed to eat shit, dirtying my clothes even more and fucking up my ankle in the process. It's swoll like Jay's bicepts.

"Fuck", I say, as I have to work tomorrow. Work involves running, and I can't exactly run with a jaymar-size ankle.

"Fuck it", I say, pissed off, like an ankle-swoll pissed off motherfucker that I am.

To add to this, on the way home, the rear tire on my bike just locks up. I have to walk the bitch back, about a half-mile. I'm furious at this point.

I finally get back to my house, and first thing I do is spill a beer all over myself.

"Fuck". I say.

This is it. I am quite drunk right now, and there is a bag of frozen broccoli on my ankle.

Fuck. Shitty night. Bar was fun, though.