Just got back from Spring break in PCB where I was literally not sober at all for 120 straight hours. In those hours I shit on the floor of our hotel, my friends sent 12 pictures of my flaccid penis and one erect one to 6 of our girl friends, pulled the line from Forgetting Sarah Marshall: "I just got out of a serious relationship and am not looking for anything serious. I think having sex with either one of you would be a real treat for me. Want to go home? How about you? Want to go home?", and drank 917 beers with my 7 other buddies. Overall a successful week. And to cap it off it is now my friend's 21st, so I am pretty drunk at 5 on a Monday. And I had sex on Saturday, ending a VERY long dry spell. Love you NS.