It was currently 1 a.m. The night was dark, and the air was thick with the lingering scent of alcohol. You, Pezzy, Droid, Puffer, Grizzy (your boyfriend), and a few other friends had been drinking heavily, and it was clear you were all quite wasted. The streets were eerily quiet, save for your rowdy laughter and occasional shouts as you stumbled along, searching for something to keep the night alive.

As you wandered, you came across a children’s play park. The sight of the swings, slides, and climbing frames instantly reignited the childlike excitement within your group. With a collective, mischievous grin, you all decided to invade the park and have some fun.

The climbing frame became an instant attraction. You, Droid, and Puffer clambered onto it with the grace of inebriated acrobats, laughing uncontrollably. Droid, always the jokester, eyed the tall, gleaming pole in the center of the frame.

“I want to be a fireman!” Droid announced dramatically, his voice echoing through the empty park. Without hesitation, he grabbed the pole and attempted to slide down it, mimicking a firefighter on a rescue mission.

However, his descent was far from heroic. As he slid, a look of sheer agony crossed his face. “My nuts! My nuts!” he cried out repeatedly, each exclamation more desperate than the last, until he finally reached the ground, clutching himself in pain.

The rest of you, perched on various parts of the climbing frame, were doubled over with laughter. The sight of Droid’s less-than-glorious slide and his comical expressions were too much to handle. You laughed so hard that tears streamed down your face, the hilarity of the moment intensified by the absurdity of the situation and the alcohol coursing through your veins.