So we packed our bags with the hottest outfits & flew out to our new haven in Mexico

Spring Break.

Those two magical words that when put together, make up the sort of heaven every college student dreams about.

Three of my closest girl friends and I had been planning our first Spring Break since we were mere high school freshman. No boyfriends. No parents. Just 4 barely legal girls in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. Growing up in Kansas, we were all ready to rile out & show the world that Kansas has Girls Gone Wild potential also. So we packed our bags with the hottest outfits & flew out to our new haven in Mexico.

The minute we got off the plane, we started drinking and meeting hot guys. I don't think we had one sober minute after setting foot on Mexican soil. Our hotel's drinks were all-inclusive, so we always had a cute drink in hand. We'd drink and party with guys on the beach through the day, then at night we'd go downtown & shake our ass for more drinks. It was beautiful; nothing at all like Kansas.

On the second day, Mandy, one of the girls we were with, was really starting to annoy us. She started bragging about how she could out-drink us all. But in reality, she was the one who would get the most trashed and start speaking incoherently. That night, when we got back to the hotel room at 5 in the morning and Mandy automatically passed out, we made a plan to get her to shut up for good by getting her really trashed.

The following night, my girls and I went out to Senor Frog's for the foam party. Mandy started to talking trash on us right when we got there, so we got a random guy to order us a round of shots... then body shots.

Before we knew it, we were being fed drinks by horny, half-naked college guys... even a few girls...one after the other. It was probably close to 20 drinks each, but keep in mind, we're tiny girls & it was straight hard liquor. We're up on the bar counter, dancing... we picked up some pretty hott guys from Colorado & decide to take them back to the hotel room.

We were all pretty gone, but Mandy was plastered and the guys didn't really want anything to do with her. She tried to get on the TAXI DRIVER the whole ride home, grabbing on his crotch and whispering in his ear.

Finally, we got back to the hotel. Mandy was stumbling all over herself, mumbling random things. I felt bad so I tried to send her up to our room so she could sleep but she tried to hit me and fell to the floor. She then crawled on her hands and knees to the front desk, snuck behind the countertop and went into a dark back office. We all rushed over and yelled at her to come out.

One of the guys got a really weird look on his face, put a finger to his lips and told us to be quiet. "Do you hear that?" He asked.

I listened closely and heard a constant dripping noise, like a slight stream from a faucet. Apparentally, Mandy thought that room was a bathroom and was pissing all over the wood floor, her shoes and skirt, which she had happened to borrow from me.

She finally came out after what seemed like an hour of peeing, smiled real big and said, "I feel better." Then she headed up to our room. One of my friends went to go check on her, the other two of us stayed with the guys and took a late night swim in the ocean, naked.

When we woke up on the beach the next morning with the guys, we quickly dressed and headed back up to the room. Mandy said she had no memory of the entire night, even though she refuses to talk about that night to this day. Needless to say, she spent the rest of Spring Break pretty sober.

I told her she could keep my skirt.