Since Joe can't comment on my blog. I will just write about the stories I remember. There are many and let's just say I had a crazy good time in college and maintained a 3.8 GPA in Business Law. Yeah, that's right bitches I studied and had a good time. It is possible with the right attitude and some adderall. So it was my junior year and we moved into an apartment complex that was close to the Villas and tailgating so it was prime for good block parties. Our first week there we met our neighbors and Joe came down from Chicago to visit because the first two weeks of college are insanely fun. The girls that moved in next door we a little weird. But there was one in particular that cracked my shit up. She was around 6'2" and played some sport that i don't remember. Maybe field hockey or some shit. What I do remember about her though is she sported more Jamaican articles than the whole movie of Cool Runnings. There was a head band, shirt, and arm bands. That is no fucking joke. Arm bands! Mind you I have not heard a word come out of this girls mouth yet. She was darker complected so I naturally assumed she was from Jamaica. Then while me and Joe were out on the deck of my apartment (most likely shooting the water balloon launcher at the sorority girls at the pool) she came out and said hello. In a completely Midwestern accent. I was so disappointed. I think they saw it in my eyes. Because her friend immediately said we are from Cleveland, OH. I had no choice but to laugh at that point. I was an asshole in college trust me. I might still be a little now, but not to people I like. So to display my assholishness I kept asking her about Jamaica this time a year, and if she had any ganja we could smoke. Oddly enough and at this point making me go into a hysterical fit, she did! This is already around 11pm so we were about to go out and have been pre-gaming so Joe and I were already drunk and about to walk down the road to my friend Mikos' house for a party. However, Joe and I thought it would be smart to smoke with them and then head over. Not the best idea. Due to us being incredibly drunk and smoking this shit, I was black out Charlie. Next thing I know I am at Mikos' and he is asking me where Joe is. I literally had no clue. So I walked back to my apartment and asked my roommate where the fuck Joe was. Nobody knew. Mikos' was packed so he might of been there but we usually played DJ or beer money collectors. Then I heard the faint sound of water splashing upstairs in the bathroom. I was like Frey is Josh here. He said no Josh went with you to the party. Fuck, I am so drunk I don't even know who walked with me to Mikos'. So I ran upstairs and knocked on the door, hoping to the lord Josh didn't kill a hooker in the bathroom. When knocked i heard a mumble. Then I opened the door and there he was! Joe was so drunk and apparently on the ganja hard that he stumbled up to the bathroom with his jeans on, laid down in the tub and turned on the water. So i did what any friend would do. I turned off the shower and got one of Frey's blankets and covered him in the tub. Then I ordered some Pizza Express. What? I was fucking drunk.
THE END :)
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