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damn, those were good times.
what else are you going to do with a bottle of Jim Beam, except pound it down and then vomit it all over yourself? I suppose you could just smash it over your head. That's not near as much fun.
It's been a while, though.
anyone got a bottle of Fernet_Branca?
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congratulations
i can't remember the last time a blathe title made me laugh out loud upon reading it, prior to opening it.
consider yourself special, kingsuper
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thanks bobby. the scared_of_chaka page had me weeping earlier today.
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that wasn't the part that bothered me. it was when they were cutting my clothes off that i thought i should be worried.
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instead of her.
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One summer, I think I was 14 or 15, the family was camping at the beach. One night it was just me and my brother (21) left there. He went to go to the store to get more beer. He left me with a bottle of tanqueray and a bag of weed. He made some mention about me smoking much of it while he was gone. After a bit I heard his car pull back in and thought "Shit, I forgot to smoke any of it!" I was pretty shitfaced from the gin. Impulsively I pulled a chunk of weed out of the bag, threw it in my mouth, chewed and swallowed.
Some time later I woke up with the mouth of the bottle of tanqueray in my mouth. I woke up because I seriously needed to vomit. But, I discovered that I couldn't get up. So I threw up copiously, laying there, in the tent. My brother started freaking out, yelling at me to get out of the tent. He reached in and pulled me half way out (and threw up as well) but it was far too late.
I woke up in the morning and pulled myself out of the tent. My grandpa was sitting there. He was always so out of it, I wondered if he noticed that my long hair had chunks of vomit imbedded in it.
I staggered to the bathroom, passing mothers and young children. A family let me cut in front of them to take a shower, and I felt like an asshole.
I don't think my brother ever considered how much I had smoked, in the end.
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hmm.......
falling all over my friend's gravel driveway and eventually collapsing in the yard.... waking up to find myself chewing on the grass and feeling the need to puke my guts out.
I thought for sure I rolled away from it, but apparently I rolled on top of my own barf. yumm. nothing like driving home in the morning smelling horrible and having to run in and throw your clothes into the wash before your mom sees you.
What else...
I recall a time when I was at a friend's house and realized I was going to puke. I bounded all the way to the bathroom and had to jump an end table, only to fall on the bathroom floor face first and barf up an enormous plate of enchiladas I had eaten ealier in the day. When I finally made it to the toilet the seat was down so... mission failed. Once I realized I was decently covered in puke I ran all the way to where my car was parked (about a mile away) couldn't get in, walked to another friend's house and vomited all over his yard. Fun times.
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