I figured if I was going to have to spend anymore time with these two, I was going to need a drink. I suggested a drinking game. This would accomplish two things. One, the alcohol would help me tolerate the terrible entity that was my friends. And two, I could finally one up Mike and prove to myself (and to Tory) that I was stronger than him.
I left to go to the bathroom and came back to find that Mike had already lined up some clear shot glasses for each of us.
“Alright Johan, first one to finish ten wins.”Continue reading “The Misadventures of Johan O’Malley: Chapter 7”