pwnag3!!
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Ok so my new apartment life is going well... except fr my stupid friends.
Starts out on friday night.
Call up some people....have a bunch of beer and drink.
So i get there and start drinking.... well Late into the night and several brews... my friends start hanging out on the balcony in back. I didnt think anything of it. Besides usual noise and the occasional fall everything else was ok.
Then when i go outside on saturday morning...the back yard area is littered with about 40 beer bottles my friends had thrown off of our balcony.
So i had to go down and pick everything up in the mud before i went to my meeting at work.
Then on saturday night me and my roomate decided that no parties for a while... but we did have a few friends over.
Well one friend likes to drink hard liqous and apparantly he was drunk when he came over that night.
Several shots and challenges later he throw up off of the back balcony. So we take him outside in the front balcony where he can pass out on the futon. Well he resists us and tries to fight me... i grab him by the neck and tell him to calm down or i will put him down.
well i told him we were taking him to his apartment so he could rest easy. We pick him up by feet and arms and walk him down the stairs.... trying to get him in his jeep so i could drive him home was impossible. he falls several times and starts puking. well we decide to have someone take him in the back of their truck while someone stays with him so its alot easier.
We got him into the truck. he has a burst of energy or something and jumps out and must have passed out in the air...because he lands head first on the ground cutting his eyebrow and forhead open.
I decide to call the ambulance over to the apartments. Well he needs stitches and continues to puke. The lady on the 911 line tells me to help him out... do you know how much it sucks to have to pull throw up out of someones mouth so they can breathe easy??? Its horrible.
so ambulance comes and picks him up... all the neighbors are watching me and my roomate.
We say that we hadnt been drinking to the police so nothing would happen. He didnt end up going to jail... but i think he learned his lesson.
His mother called me today to thank me for calling the paramedics and told me that trevors BAC was 3.0 thats right... not .3 3.0!!! 4.0 is considered fatal.
hes lucky to be alive... and will never be drinking hard alcohol at my house again!
what a wonderful first week of apartment life.
Starts out on friday night.
Call up some people....have a bunch of beer and drink.
So i get there and start drinking.... well Late into the night and several brews... my friends start hanging out on the balcony in back. I didnt think anything of it. Besides usual noise and the occasional fall everything else was ok.
Then when i go outside on saturday morning...the back yard area is littered with about 40 beer bottles my friends had thrown off of our balcony.
So i had to go down and pick everything up in the mud before i went to my meeting at work.
Then on saturday night me and my roomate decided that no parties for a while... but we did have a few friends over.
Well one friend likes to drink hard liqous and apparantly he was drunk when he came over that night.
Several shots and challenges later he throw up off of the back balcony. So we take him outside in the front balcony where he can pass out on the futon. Well he resists us and tries to fight me... i grab him by the neck and tell him to calm down or i will put him down.
well i told him we were taking him to his apartment so he could rest easy. We pick him up by feet and arms and walk him down the stairs.... trying to get him in his jeep so i could drive him home was impossible. he falls several times and starts puking. well we decide to have someone take him in the back of their truck while someone stays with him so its alot easier.
We got him into the truck. he has a burst of energy or something and jumps out and must have passed out in the air...because he lands head first on the ground cutting his eyebrow and forhead open.
I decide to call the ambulance over to the apartments. Well he needs stitches and continues to puke. The lady on the 911 line tells me to help him out... do you know how much it sucks to have to pull throw up out of someones mouth so they can breathe easy??? Its horrible.
so ambulance comes and picks him up... all the neighbors are watching me and my roomate.
We say that we hadnt been drinking to the police so nothing would happen. He didnt end up going to jail... but i think he learned his lesson.
His mother called me today to thank me for calling the paramedics and told me that trevors BAC was 3.0 thats right... not .3 3.0!!! 4.0 is considered fatal.
hes lucky to be alive... and will never be drinking hard alcohol at my house again!
what a wonderful first week of apartment life.
