Man Fuck This House

One of the nice things about being young(ish?) and living in a shitty apartment is that you can trash it every now and again, and in doing so have a great time, but not have to deal with any sort of real consequences. Anything you break was probably half broken already, and you can just hang posters over holes in the wall. We had a bunch of people over a couple weeks ago, and it was pretty tame until Zach tried to get on the bench press and dropped all the weights on the floor. Then I found my fireworks that Steve had hidden, some fool put on 9 Shocks, and the rest is (moron)history.

A personal highlight was when Steve sort of got the place cleaned up, and we just threw all the garbage bags into the ceiling fan.