Gaggle of Sesh
When your friends decide your house is a party. They eat your food. They drink your beer. They don’t leave.
I told them I was leaving. They said, ‘Nope. You’re staying. This is a sesh.’
I had one sesh. Now my fridge is empty and my dog is on the floor.
I called my mom. She said, ‘I can hear the noise from the street. You’re having a sesh again, aren’t you?’