In the kitchen sink. My drunk ass was too wasted to use any critical thinking and I was just D I S T R A U G H T over that damn bucket. My mom gave it back to me and I took it to bed and slept with it by my pillow like a weirdo.
no, in bed by the pillow is an appropriate place for the rum bucket. that’s where i’d put it now, my wife would understand. did it have a lid or was it more like a little rum barrel or pony keg, but with a handle
It was like a lil beach sand bucket, but smaller and had a list of rum flavors on it. It is big enough to serve 6-8 folks but I downed the whole thing myself.
In the kitchen sink. My drunk ass was too wasted to use any critical thinking and I was just D I S T R A U G H T over that damn bucket. My mom gave it back to me and I took it to bed and slept with it by my pillow like a weirdo.
no, in bed by the pillow is an appropriate place for the rum bucket. that’s where i’d put it now, my wife would understand. did it have a lid or was it more like a little rum barrel or pony keg, but with a handle
It was like a lil beach sand bucket, but smaller and had a list of rum flavors on it. It is big enough to serve 6-8 folks but I downed the whole thing myself.
i am so proud of you, for surviving.
Thank you so much. It was one of theost harrowing experiences of my life.