Your Cap'n Speakin' wrote:I was once making out with the white-hottest of hotties at a party. We were both seriously ripped. We were going at it in a bathroom. When we came up for air, I hiccuped
We both laughed. I hiccuped a second time, and the contents of my stomach suddenly covered mostly her, but only a little of me. She didn't laugh. But since we were in a bathroom, we both ended up showering and making out some more.
Wow. Talk about your making lemonade outta lemons.
Speaking of lemonade, it was lemonade plus vodka that caused me to feel like a dick. I probably down a dozen cups of the stuff without thinking about it--I'm happy and laughing, feeling good, drunk without being a jackass, and eventually the party winds down, people are leaving, and I decide to crash on the couch for some reason despite living within walking distance of home.
Before long everyone's gone and the apartment's residents have retired, and I suddenly feel like I'm fixin' to die. I start rolling around on the floor, audibly moaning, LOUDLY, and punching and kicking at the hardwood floor. At some point in the midst of my death throes I make it up to the bathroom and decorate the floor with puke. My caterwauling wakes up two of my buddies, and I make them take me to the ER (I was seriously feeling that badly) where we were for over two hours until about 5am.
Naw, it's not funny* or interesting, just dickish for making my friends lose a night of sleep because I drank too much.
*except for the part when I was telling the ER what I was checking in for and, feeling all over-compensating and articulate, said all official-like, "overconsumption of alcohol." And the part where they had me see my primary doctor who prescribed me some medication in suppository form, which in hindsight (so to speak) is probably something they just do to people who go in for stupid reasons like drinking too much. Hello, their job is to remove things from butts.
