Untitled: Post #281
You know that feeling when you wake in the morning to find carnage all around you, like soggy shoes, phone half-broken on the ground and clothes splayed all over the floor, that it was a great, nay, epic night out. Last night was no exception, in fact, I honestly think that that was one of the greatest mares I have ever had.
Purple foam? Jax Panik? A thousand party-deprived students all stomping, jumping, shouting in unison? Yes, a recipe for one hell of a night.
Well, in the game of life, Grahamstown really pulled one over me yesterday. My Pumas are in a makeshift shoe-ICU, my clothes are mostly purple and I must’ve eaten a cheese grater too because my throat is on fire. Surprisingly enough though, I’m hangoverless, something that hasn’t happened since I was a toddler.
Anyway, I can’t type for much longer. My hands are shaking – probably from the dehydration and general lack of food. A much more detailed post shall be uploaded when I feel relatively human again. Until then, keep it classy.
- reddevilandy10
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