Everything began with me climbing into a fighter jet. Sean was piloting and a few of my friends joined me as the gunners on this aircraft of terror. As we took off I realized my fellow gunners were sitting on a bench with me, our mounted weapons in front of us, without anything to strap us in. As Sean careened around the sky ordering us to take out targets, I felt myself sliding off the bench, towards an opening in the jet. I slid off but managed to hold on to a strap and keep myself from falling to the ground (a la Harrison Ford, Air Force One).
Suddenly we were all transported to a house in Amherst. Someone was hosting a party and all the guests were equipped with hypodermic needles. Everyone seemed to know that we were playing a game whose object was to surreptitiously stab a nearby party-goer with the needle. I got off a few no-look, backwards stabs on people standing behind me. It was pretty sweet because they would crumple to the ground for a few seconds before getting up to continue playing the game. Of course we were all drinking, smoking, and being loud so the cops eventually came. They also brought drug-sniffing dogs and I was freaking out because I had my grinder in my pocket. The dogs were a cross between pugs and German shepherds and were pretty young and amazingly cute. The cops let me play with one and I was able to leave scot-free. I guess pug/German shepherd hybrids are not the best drug-sniffing breed.
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