You know it was a crazy night when you wake up with some type of friction burn on your knee and there is a pain shooting from ass cheek to ass cheek with every step, but you don't remember a lick of anything.
Harry was visiting his buddy again and naturally, I went to spend quality time with him (read: stuffing our faces with sushi and getting piss drunk; it's a quarterly tradition). Where there's booze and a pool, there's naked cannonballs. Tequila does make my clothes fall off, I guess.
I can only assume that the friction burn on my knee is from scraping the bottom of the pool after an oh-so-graceful cannonball. As for the literal pain in my ass, I still haven't figured that one out. According to Harry's friend, I was pushed into the pool, coming uncomfortably close to smashing my noggin on the side, so I'm going with that explanation.
I am a horrible drunk.
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