Wow, I really do not remeber ever reading this. And i know that i have so what does that say.

This story seems to have a piece of almost every party I have ever been to, whether it was some one using a broomstick, or any other object to express his inebriated and warped feelings.

Drunk people on couches, alcohol and drugs abounding: this may or may not have ever happened, but it doesn't matter in the slightest because i know every single person in this story without having ever met them.

I would tell you to keep writing, but i do not believe that it is necessary.

am I supposed to leave a second comment to this?

It's heavy bass not heavy base in that last little paragraph there.

And this is proof the drunk guy always gets the girl. Interesting story.