At my going-away party my coworkers bought me endless amounts of shots. I made out with one of my coworkers' morbidly obese daughter, in his car, while he was in a store buying more booze. Later we continued the party at his place, where I was jumping off the roof of his house into his 4 foot pool- naked. I climbed into bed with his obese daughter, when his son came into the room and told me if I didn't get out now he would kick the shit out of me. Being a lover and not a fighter I obliged to his wishes and passed out. I woke up to a slew of swastikas and misc graffiti on my face. Moral of story: don't take oxycodone when it's offered to you by your friends, forgot to mention that.

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