friday night (4th of july) i was at my cousins lakehouse and i drank way too much. this story is from what he and his buddies told him by the way. i weigh 140 and i had 12 coronas and 3 shots of vodka. i passed out on the end of the dock and nobody noticed cuz they were closer to shore around the fire. i started to throw up and because i was rolling around vomiting and i was so close to the edge i fell in the water. luckily one of my cousins freinds saw the whole thing and jumped in and grabbed me before a sank the nice 23 feet off the end of the dock and drowned. i woke up saturday at like 2 in the afternoon, freezing cold, sweating, my stomach all to shit, and a migrane that made my skull feel like it was going to explode. i feel bad cuz i had to drive home today and never got to thank the kid cuz he left saturday morning, he saved my fuckin life. im never drinking that much again, it was so scary. i still feel like a piece of shit headache, chills and the shakes. dont drink more then you can handle is all i gotta say...
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