For my friend's birthday, she and 5 other girls were drunk and stripped down to their bras and underwear, and all the guys took their phones out, and started snapping pictures. And she still doesn't remember that to this day.
One time I got drunk and started walking in the middle of the street (with a sober friend of course) and I saw someone had a stuffed penguin on their dashboard, and I wanted it and I was trying to break into their car..mind you I'm in the city. THIS IS WHY DRUGS ARE BAD.
Ultimately all good things have to end. And this thread seems to be like Happy Days when Fonzie jumped the shark.
Yes I know.......that's two analogies when one would suffice.
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