So I found out that my boyfriend had been cheating on me and I called up his army buddies, crying and looking for something to get my mind off of it and them being the type of guys that they are, they begged for me to come get drunk with them. So of course I do. Me and my best friend didn't even bother putting decent clothes on or fixing our hair. We went as-is, which is another reason why this picture is so incredibly hideous. Within an hour I had 8 flaming Dr. Peppers, 6 shots of Bicardi 151 and some SoCo and Coke...WITHIN AN HOUR. Let's just say that the toilet was my replacement boyfriend for the night. I laid over the toilet screaming and crying his name into it and yelling about how it was "all his fault!" and "he did this to me!". It was insane. All I wanted to do was forget about the whole mess, just like the guy in the song. And just like that guy I didn't remember a thing. The next morning I woke up and couldn't find my socks, or my underwear, or my shoes...and my pants and shirt were both laying on the floor. So basically I was left in nothing but a bra in a room with some random guy in the bed on the other side of the room. I'm going to assume that nothing happened considering there was NOTHING attractive about me that night and no guy in their right mind would've wanted to sleep with a dry-heaving drunk. Looking back now though all I can do is laugh b/c I don't remember ANY OF IT. All I have to go on is what "ALL MY FRIENDS SAY"!

-Amanda Darby