I Was Trapped in My Own Garage by Shirtless, Dancing Men

Okay, so I throw this party at my house, right? I've got Rock Band, Dance Central, and beer pong going. My friend introduces a drink to the party called Caribou Lou. I dunno if you've heard of this, but it contains 151 proof rum, Malibu rum, and pineapple juice. In other words, it kicks your ass. So a few people have this drink, and people are starting to get loose. Meanwhile, I'm playing a few games of beer pong, but I just can't lose, I'm on a hot streak. My opponents are getting a bit frustrated (though they're still having fun).

So, midway through what was to be my last game of beer pong for the night, I step outside to try a certain experience for the first time. Little did I know, that when I get back inside, somebody else has finished the game for me. I let it go for now, and wander into the garage to listen to some music and interact with people. I chill out a little bit, and lie down to watch the moving colored lights go. People were starting to filter out at that point, leaving me and just a few other people at my house. I don't remember a whole lot after that, but it was a pretty fun party.

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