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!.7WdLd240M 06/30/11(Thu)13:18 No.27291720>>27291611 Big party, I was college aged, maybe younger. You know, binge drinking age. I was thoroughly trashed. Ended up spending the night on somebody's bed. I can't even remember where it was or who it was, or whatever. Anyway, I get up fairly early in the morning. Moderately hung over, maybe still a little drunk, hard to tell. So I'm stumbling around, feeling like shit. Sleeping bodies every where. My throat was really parched. I'm in the mood for one of those big ass breakfasts. You know the kind you get at greasy spoon diners? Lots of eggs, big plate of hashbrowns, etc. I'm hungry despite the nausea. So I open up the fridge, and there's a big beautiful pitcher of orange juice. Looks glorious. So I pour myself a tall glass, and pretty much chug the whole thing. It was wonderful. So I pour another. Drink half of it. Hmm. Something's not quite right with this orange juice. Drink some more. Nope, something's definitely off here. Drink some more. Oh shit... Turned out I was drinking a big ass pitcher of screwdriver that somebody had mixed up the night before. There was, indeed, vomiting. |