...was fucking epic. A great turnout by the chopstock n fuckin lotters (....?). Such grand proposals of 'taking it easy' and 'not getting too smashed' were quickly and nobly destroyed with several rounds of jager/sambuca, followed by dancing on benches in BeerKeller, and then falling of the aforementioned benches onto innocent bystanders.
I don't remember getting home, I just remember the pain of waking up on Sunday....
...never again.....
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