I would like to propose that Nick Corbo change his name to "Jose Corbo" because of his tireless devotion to the bartending duties at every Corbo Bash.
Mass tequila shots are cool. Accidentally downing the first one immediately because I didn't know we were doing mass tequila shots, not so cool. Especially since that second shot I took induced my gag reflex. Cheap tequila is BAD. Remember that folks. Bad bad BAD.
Rick is a pimp. We don't need to scrounge up girls for a party. Just bring Rick. The girls will follow.
Drinking massive amounts of alcohol does not necessarily confer great strength. Case in point: I lost when I tried to arm-wrestle Brad. Badly. Of course, he'd been drinking too so maybe he was superhumanly strong as well. BAH. Feats of strength, my ass!

Passing out for a couple of hours only to get back up again and continue partying. It's like a boot-and-rally without the boot!
Waking up from passing out to find Tom wiping shaving cream on my stomach is an odd feeling. I can only guess at what he was trying to accomplish. Either he wanted to shave my pubic hair or perform psychic surgery on me. I'm really REALLY hoping for the latter.
I like Cheezits. Chex Mix ain't so bad either.
Passing the torch of playerhood onto Mike. Did I ever tell you about the spicy tuna handroll? Hahaha. Did I really say that or did you paraphrase? Not like I remember either way, but hey good job with the catgirl!

There was a lot of other stuff that happened too but my memory is all out of whack. I'll remember it eventually I'm sure. And if not, someone else will.
