To anyone that saw me throw up last night:
I really didn't mean to. Everything was going pretty good actually. Went to a club that I knew we couldn't get into without several women, so I saw a pack of them on the way, got aquainted with the cutest one in a span of 1 city block, and BAM, we practically walked right past the line, and down the stairs into the club.
I ended up buying her a drink, dancing with all of them, got her number, and a had a great time.
We get back to my friends place, and Brittney hands me another beer, 2 swigs later, and a breaker in my stomach was instantly tripped.
There was nothing I could do. My body took over and said "we have to put a stop to this asshole, or he's going to kill us all!"
To the person that had to clean up the vomit:
Sorry man. I know it sucks, but I'm only responsible for what hit the balcony, and I took care of that 1st thing in the morning.
To my knee:
I don't know why you were bleeding when I woke up, or why you hurt so bad right now, but if you stop howling at me, I promise I won't do it again.
To Arfcom:
....because I have NO PICS.
(the first CSB gets a rusty pike up their ass)
I hate alcohol. I really really do. Can we just legalize pot already? Geez. This stuff is going to kill me.