Damn. Last night was fucking crazy.
You went into the downstairs and sat down. Then passed out. Mindy wasn't even able to talk to you. She tried to wake you up. Token and I just figured you'd sleep it off, because of how drunk you were. You weren't budging.
So, we hung out upstairs and the next thing I know the employee's had called paramedics and shit.
Are you doing alright?