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Loading ...one night I was staying at my friends house in high school and we got sloshed. I knew I had to puke and I was trying to high tail it to the bathroom before it was too late. Her mom, who is a cop, was folding laundry and I was trying to not let her know I was drunk but there was just too many piles of clothes and I tripped over on of them and hit my head on their wall, then puked on their white carpet. I haven’t drank black velvet since.
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