One of the beds I slept on. The bucket is where I vomited after drinking vodka with the fighter pilots.
Haha nah, I'm just kidding, I don't know why the bucket is there. I vomited in the living room.
*edit* The above is a joke. I didn't vomit in the living room. I can handle my vodka, I eat my fruitloops with paint thinner and wash them down with a tall glass of rubbing alcohol every morning. I'm hardcore like that. B-dogg represent!
