I threw a party last night and made a lot of jello shots. I remember the first game of beer pong, the first two jager bombs, a few mixed drinks, a few shots of Bacardi, and some jello shots. The last thing I remember were a couple of my friends leaving for home.
I woke up this morning in my parents bedroom with only one of my dogs, still a little drunk. I got up and realized I was wearing pajama capri pants I forgot I owned, my shirt from last night, no bra, and a large t-shirt arounds my waist instead of on normally. I went to the bathroom and realized I had on no underwear.
My friends report to me that I was crawling on the ground and taking jello shots, claiming that I had to eat them all before my parents got home the next evening, dancing off-beat to I Love College, and putting my head under the sink faucet.
