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When I lost my friend's dog at his father's best friend's party, I got fucking wasted as fuck and I thought the dog went with his father, but not it run away. That's my drunk. That's my worst. That's my worst
So there was this time I was my friends and everything and I don't remember a single thing but I just remembered they were telling me that I did stuff and I don't remember doing it