I'm just....me...DEAL WITH IT! :P

So, OK, get this....my parent have left for the week. They went up Sydney for the week. So my bro decides to have a party. A party just with his friends. So it "started" at around...ohh lets see...i would say like 8pm. That's the time they started drinking. By 8:30-9 they were fucking wasted. Running around drunk. I was ignoring them, cuz i was on the computer. Around 10 they were still drinking acting like fuckheads. First of all this kid named Stephen (not my bro) was upstairs in the bathroom spewing. The first bit of "MY LUCK" was that he made it to the toliet. Then he had to take a shit, so he did, with still "MY LUCK" it was in the toliet. But then he somewhat passed out while sitting on the crapper. Then my brother (Steven) comes running down the stairs...and falls. He was alright, after laying there for a few minutes, I draged his ass to the small hallway (firstly as a joke) where there was no carpet. BUT~~~~This would be my GREATEST LUCK EVER, he spewed like 5 minutes later after me moving him to the hall (with no carpet). TALK ABOUT LUCK. Well not really, though. I had to clean it up. That was fun. *Hint the Sarcasism* Then he repeated to barf (into the toliet) Also going on upstairs, his friend Ben and his girl *cough.slut.cough*...I mean Ben runs to the bathroom to chuck a few times, when I go upstairs to check on him and his girlfriend is topless. Then later he passes out, when I go upstairs, she is all on him. So my bro continues to spew. Finally he sorta stops and we move him to the couch. And the idiot Stephen on the toliet has sorta gained back his dignity back, by somewhat waking up. So now I am sorta relaxed because everything has slowed down. YAY! Now I am going to spew because I had to clean up so much.