last night was fucking crazy. me and john, after drinking alot (of course), decide to go to the intramural fields at uga at 1:00 am and chill by the river. however, after sitting on the deck for five minutes john thinks its a good idea to push me in, despite my plea not to because i just got a new phone. so were sopping wet and laughing our asses off and go to my car to leave, but of course my car wont start. then a cop drives by and since we just got arrested and were drunk as shit, decide to run through the woods and take a "short cut" to get to the main road to walk home. but as were walking through thorns and masses off trees and bushes in the dark we get to a leadge. "john is this far down"? turns out it was 15 feet and i fell straight down on my head onto a bunch of rocks into a swamp. Then after coming back from being all fuzzy headed and confused from my fall i realize john jumped down to save me. so we have no light, no phone, and we are god knows where in the middle of the swamp complete with broken bodies. anyways, we end up climbing back up this massive cliff and make it out and we hobble home, me with no shoes covered in mud and all scraped up, and john wearing a white tshirt that is now brown from all the mud and boxers and huge gashes in his legs. so the moral of the story is dont go to a river fucked up, because you really might not make it.
