As we do every year each summer, my buddies and I went down to the Jersey Shore for a long weekend. We brought along four thirty packs of beer and had a rented house loaded with alcohol for the six of us.
We were starting the night early and wanted to cook some meet on the porch as we began to drink. After 15 minutes of multiple attempts I realized there was no propane on the grill. Fmylife! My friend said he knew where to get some propane and began to head down the shore. No one had any idea where he was getting propane from but all we knew was that we wanted to get fucked up! Let the boozing begin!
All of a sudden I wake up face down on the porch as the sun is rising. All of my buddies are passed out along with some “classy” jersey shore kind of girls. But where did my boy go who was looking for some propane.
I begin the search and found him about 150 feet down the road passed out with no shoes on. He had no idea what had happened to him but he no longer had shoes, a wallet, or a cell phone. He has sworn to never come down to the shore with us again!
