So last night I went to the Story of the Year concert with a bunch of my buddies. I convinced Brad and his friend (plus there 2 gf) to get my *** up in the air, so I was up, and then some weak people couldn't hold me and they dropped me on my upper back. My feet went straight up in the air.
I bursted out laughing, and some guys helped me up and said "You alright?" and I said "Yeah" and they go "Want to go again?" and I said "Yeah" so these guys tossed me up again and I went to the front.
Then my friend Bridget got sick (heat exhaustion) and they took her out back, so I went to help her, cause she thought she was going to puke. Story of the Year was out back asking if she was ok and all, and I didnt know it was them cause I had no idea what they looked like. I handed one of them the towel that the security gave her in case she needed it (it was clean though) and we ran back inside to finish the concert. Turns out, the guy I gave the towel to was one of the guitarists from the band.
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I bursted out laughing, and some guys helped me up and said "You alright?" and I said "Yeah" and they go "Want to go again?" and I said "Yeah" so these guys tossed me up again and I went to the front.
Then my friend Bridget got sick (heat exhaustion) and they took her out back, so I went to help her, cause she thought she was going to puke. Story of the Year was out back asking if she was ok and all, and I didnt know it was them cause I had no idea what they looked like. I handed one of them the towel that the security gave her in case she needed it (it was clean though) and we ran back inside to finish the concert. Turns out, the guy I gave the towel to was one of the guitarists from the band.
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I can't think of anything to put here right now.
I can't think of anything to put here right now.