ah, memories

after we kayaked skunked coors light on your neighbpors picnic table, only later to puke them into your downstairs toilet, i lay all night, in agony, dreaming of taking the remaining beers - piling them onto your coffee table, and blasting them to pieces with a shotgun... later you and chris went and tried to fish the remaining, discarded, already-skunked beers out of the storm drain in the back yard."