Last night me and a bunch of my friends are partying at this kids house.
Drinking is going on everywhere. Funnels, beer pong, flip cup, shot guns. Basically, were all getting wasted.
The owner of the house passes out at 12am. I know. what a pussball. Being the champions we are, the rest of us keep partying and me and my boys girlfriend have this great idea to make tacos. As
we’re making the tacos me and my boy’s girlfriend (remember, both wasted) are flirting back and forth with each other. Shes touching me, im touching her, the usual flirtatious stuff. I give her a slap in the ass and were
laughing about it. But I guess that was the breaking point for someone else…
Her boyfriend (my boy) was in the room right next door and starts to get mad. Hes screaming and yelling and talking up a storm to me. The tacos are done and i grab mine, right as im about to take the first bite he dishes out one last line that put me over the edge. Now I am not one to lose my temper easily but I cannot recollect at all what he said to make me so angry. I hand his girl my taco and i go out to the
deck and crack him in the face. The fight begins.
Were wrestling around like Peter Griffin and the Chicken (i hope you know my reference) and eventually break through the deck and fall 15ft to the ground. I land on my back so hard that it knocks the wind out of me and he lands on top of me. We both look at each other like “did that just happen?” and as everyone runs on the deck asking us if we are alright we just start laughing our asses off. That fall was the end of the fight and hatred towards each other and we help each other up and start to walk back upstairs.
Not only did I fight my boy, fuck up my back real bad, but worst of all is that when I got upstairs someone ate my taco 
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