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When I get good and soused, I just get really snippy and impatient, where as you guys seem to be a walking argument for temperance.
I am pretty ok with that life choice
One of these days maybe that dream will come true...
It was cool because one of the cops gave me a ride home. I waited until I was out of his cruiser to puke again. I'm a classy dude you see.
I go out of my way to not drink with folks like Zonugal, though
man what
PAX will be no different.
I am really, really good at going out to take walks when I'm trashed enough that I might throw up
good on me, I guess
I'll probably have to change this habit if I ever live in the city
But when I am drunk things just like erupting out of all orifices.
god fuck them so much
I would like to think that some day I could just drink in moderation but that's just the addict in the back of my heading talking.
I got pretty hammered pretty fast, but nothing so drastic that I couldn't walk or carry on a conversation. I probably couldn't operate any heavy machinery, though. Anyways, I start smoking a cigarette when all of the sudden The Fear hits me. I'm dizzy as hell and I know I've got second to get off of the patio, through the living room and into the bathroom. It shouldn't have been that hard. It was probably twenty-five feet and the place wasn't super crowded.
I walk to the bathroom, which is one of those large group bathrooms that all dormrooms on the face of the planet have. There was probably three or four toilets, two showers, and probably two sinks. I go over to the door and find out that it's locked.
Some asshole locked the group bathroom to take a whiz. And I have to vomit. Also, I'm sure other people have to pee, which was far more foreseeable than me having to up chuck.
I start looking around for something to puke in, because this train isn't stopping for anyone. I round the corner away from the bathroom and the kitchen and I find an empty box in the hallway. I puke into the box and make a bee line out of the party.
Which is really just the beginning of a long evening and a serious lesson in drinking.
Also, let this be a lesson to everyone who is involved in a communal living situation: Don't be a fucking cunt and lock the door because you're going to drop your pants. That's what stalls are for.
"Oh, I'm going to go get another beer," I say. Go and find a deserted trashcan or, failing that, drag a trashcan to a deserted place. Destroy it. Go get a beer and rejoin the group. Rinse and repeat. It's glorious.
e not for whoever has to collect the trashbags.
I'm disappointed that it only took 13 drinks, on account of I had a 24-drink night in Spain with no memory loss, but I guess that's what happens when you go all day and only eat a salad
130lb white boys what what
I drank like a champ that evening.
Ive never puked or blacked out from drinking too much.
And I can remember everything I did the next day!
It also made it harder/more expensive to get drunk because I had food in my stomach, so naturally the ritual had to go.
And has been replaced by chips & dip, as always provided by me.
This is your fair warning.
If you approach me with a blade, get your ass ready to be molested.
This is your fair warning.
or both
excellent
gonna be the title of my next film