I went to Grog House twice last weekend. I enjoy getting awesomely drunk while a hot Spanish girl decides she wants to make out with me for an hour. I do not enjoy random short dudes wanting to be my best friend and telling me we should go hit on and dance with every girl there while gently touching my shoulder and neck. And riding a bike home Saturday night at 2am while dizzy is not a good way to end the night, that's what I get for not planning ahead. Just livin the dream.
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