So the other night Lucky rolls over to my pad for a night of drinking and debauchery. My friend Rajh lets us know about this house party that’s going down so we decided to check it out. The fact that we know absolutely no one there doesn’t make a fucking difference as we dived right in and started bullshting with people and doing shot after shot. We drank, and danced, and drank some more until we drank every drop of liquior in that house we could get our hands on. After our desert oasis had dried up we decided to head back to my pad. A few more beers and shots, some Wii, a little hookah action, and next thing you know Lucky is MIA… I head back to my room and find this bastard passed out balls deep in my guitar like its a fucking turtle. Im just glad this fool was wearing chonies because I don’t think I could ever look at my whore guitar again if he hadn’t been decent. I wake Lucky’s bitch ass up, because after all its only 1am, and I ask him how the fuck he ended up with his shirt off and my guitar between his legs and the only thing he could say was… “I love guiiiiitaaar”