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Originally Posted by guthmund
I blacked out once.
I drank a bottle of Jack Daniels all by my lonesome and in a timely manner. I remember about 20 minutes after that and then it gets into bits and pieces. I remember hanging out on the front lawn having this deep, thoughtful, sexy conversation with a group of women and then leaning over casually to vomit. I remember nothing else. I found myself face down in a puddle of drool and piss the next morning. Apparently I had to go to the bathroom; I just didn't bother getting up. That, in and of itself, was fairly embarassing, but to make matters worse I found out that I had 'had some words' with a number of people...
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You and I are torn from the same loom.
Jack Daniels? Check.
Timely Manner? Check.
Group of Women, leaning over to casually vomit? Check.
Puddle of Drool and Piss? Check, and check. I would add that there was more vomit than drool, in my case...
Had some words with some people? Check.
Good times? Nope. Fun is knowing when to stop.