Apart from your grammer being appalling, one of my drunken stories revolved around the my parents moving to another city.
It was the night before they were flying away, and the night before I was to move into my hall of residenc. We decided to had a family dinner with drinks. That went quite well and I was so bright I decided to hit the town with my mates. Well somehow I must have mixed quite a few drinks because I ended up coming home and laying on the couch in our lounge (as my bed had been packed) and threw up all over the carpet. So basically my parents flipped out and worried that they might end up not selling the house to the original person if they saw the vomit, so my dad had a great time spending half the day scrubbing it out. Haha it was a nice send of to them.
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