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Ciclone and Hand GrenadesWritten by Kid Bacardi Now that the summer is half over, there are bound to be a shit ton of crazy stories floating around. I want to know what all the other drunks have been up to. Send me your stories, and the craziest one will get a free College Drunk Fest shirt. Speaking of fucked up shit, we found bottles of Absinthe for only forty dollars. Click here and order your bottle of fun today. Finally, if you want to check out some smokin’ pictures, check these out. 
I woke up the next morning to a refrigerator door to the back of the head. I guess I had dragged my ass inside to pass out. I got up and headed back to Ryan’s dorm. I called Brian and told him to pick me up, and then called Ryan to see where he was. He was walking back from the girls place too. We waited for Brian and then decided to go to the pool again. It was about 10 and we all passed out by the pool to try to sleep off the hang over. Simon and James finally got a hold of us and they came to the pool as well. Ryan asked James if he had slept in the fat girl’s bed with her and the answer was, “Fuck Yeah I Did! ” We all went to Culver’s to get some food, but I was still too fucked up to eat. Brian had decided that he needed to get a hotel room so after we ate him and Simon went there and James, Ryan, and I went back to the pool. We basically just passed out by the pool all day and around 4 we headed to the hotel to see what Brian and Simon were doing. Once we got there, we decided to make Hand Grenades. Once it was mixed and we ordered some FUCKIN PIZZA, we headed down to the hot tub to start getting wasted. The Hand Grenades mixed great with the hot water and we were back to fucked up in no time. Adam and Matt came over to chill and then we saw some drunk ass lady get arrested across the street. We went back to the room to get read to go out and keep drinking. We finally headed back out to Sharky’s to meet up with Ryan. After 5 Grenades I was basically tanked again. I grabbed a pitcher at the bar to pound myself and just kept getting more and more fucked. People were doing karaoke again and we were all just chillin. Brian and James fuck with all the condiments on the table that we were sitting at. Sugar in the salt shaker, cigarette butt in the A1 and Tabasco in the catsup. After 2 more pitchers, I found myself about to sing Mr. Brownstone. I pounded back my pitcher only to find that Simon had filled it with pepper. As the music started, I was so pissed that I had no more beer, I just started calling for a beer instead of singing. I finally just dropped the mic and walked away. The bar closed soon after that and we walked back to the hotel. On the way we walked past a pool and I grabbed a lounge chair and tossed it into the pool. For some reason I took off running and tumbled down a hill. James helped me up and we finally got back to the hotel and I started kicking the door because I thought it was locked. The lady at the desk came and opened the door that wasn’t locked at all so I told her to fuck off and went to the room to pass the fuck out.
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