No. Seriously.
I remember a keg was present. Lots of people I haven't seen in quite sometime. Loud music. Shots of Jameson whiskey. Cigarettes. Two police officers warning us to keep it down.
I woke up with a parched throat, a throbbing headache and tons of pictures strewn all over my bedroom floor. A bomb must have gone off in my old photo album. I'll have to get that story from someone.
I wish this was a better update.
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