I learned an important lesson last night.

Beer Bongs are meant for beer.

I bonged vodka.

No one thought I could do it.

I did it.

3 times.

I wasn't drunk.

Then I fell down.

I hit my head.

I went outside and puked everywhere.

Then my cousin hit me in the face.

I don't remember why.

I went to the keg and poured myself some beer.

I didn't get to drink any of it.

Running up the stairs.

I found the bathroom.

I made a new friend for the night.

Dry heaving for hours while they talk of alcohol poisoning.

My cousin took me into a dark room and told me to lay of the bed.

2 people were about to fuck on the bed.

They got a little angry and I was drug into the next room.

I lost my shorts about that time.

So I'm laying of a cold floor.

Then my body went to sleep.

I woke up in a confused state.

In my underware.

My shirt had countless stains on it.

I stumbled down the stairs.

I took a sleeping bag from another passed out victim.

I climbed the stairs again.

I slept until the sun had risen for hours.

A lesson that was learned.

BEER BONGS ARE MEANT FOR BEER.

NOT VODKA...

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