Originally Posted by MikeyG
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So i basically fucked up my summer.... Last night me and ONE other person
slammed a 40 pounder of canadian club whisky to the dome... Well i passed out in a field and got left there... I wasnt with any of my good friends i was kinda
with people i didnt really know. Anyways i wake up this morning and find some black stuff on my comforter. I dont remember how or when or even coming home i dont remember the cops i dont remember screaming and dancing :P As much as i hate to say it though I owe the rcmp so much for finding me that night and calling my home. Supposedly the only phone number i could remember was my mothers boyfriends. So they called him he picked me up and showered me himself, and got me in bed, and i just woke up to find ALL this out because i honestly dont remember a thing. And the most dreadful thing that happened was I have no more skateboard.... My family says i fucked up so They wont buy me another. So the rest of the summer im not allowed to do ANYTHING but work and sit at home so I shall be seeing many of u on fiesta alot :P
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Woah, a feild? :O Well like Hessah said, matters could be worst like getting rapped by a man hobo, or something. You defanitly got blessed and very lucky, because some people wouldn't have gotten rescused. Think of this as another situation you'll learn from~
Btw, this reminds me of some scene I saw in a movie. Forgot the name though.