Last weekend I went to a rave in the woods with my friend Charlie.  The party was legit; kegs, bands playing, hot chicks, etc. Things were going great until Charlie got super drunk and ran after a ghost he swore he just saw in the woods.  I chased after him as he ran through the trees yelling “Marcus” out loud.  Marcus was the name of the ghost apparently. After about 30 minutes of chasing him we both realized we were lost!  We walked for hours yelling and screaming but nothing.  So we thought it would be best to fall asleep and wait for the morning, which was only a couple hours away. We woke up the next morning and realized that the road was about 100 yards from where we had passed out.  I ended up missing work that day but my boss wasn’t mad at all…He was too busy chasing Marcus at 330 a.m….HOLYHANGOVER