Ummm.. What year did this happen in?
2006. Late winter/early spring.
Ummm.. What year did this happen in?
2006. Late winter/early spring.
The drunkest I've ever been involves tabasco sauce, a telephone, and the anus
Last night, still hungover puked once earlier, and now feel like puking again. Anyone know any remedies besides not drinking last night?
2003, a few months after I graduated from ISU, my 25th birthday. I made the mistake of telling my buddies that I had never puked because of drinking, and from that moment on they were on mission. Spent the evening mixing beer and shots, and by about 1:00 my buddies were getting ****** because I wasn't even showing signs of being phased. Then they ordered the boilermaker. Downed that like I downed everything else that night, but at that point I hit the brick wall. Eyes went glassy, face went pale. Apparently I had a few more shots and a few more beers after that. I have no idea how many times I puked that evening, all I remember is at least once at the bar and once at my parent's house (and to this day I still feel guilty about my dad having to clean up my puke at 3:00 in the morning). I actually have no idea how I got into my parents' house that evening, actually. I was so far gone my friends weren't sure if the next time they saw me was at my funeral, that's how alcohol-poisoned they thought I was. It took me more than a day and a half to get that crap out of my system and be able to eat solid foods again. I'm pretty sure I screwed up my ability to vomit that evening as well - I have not thrown up since, not even for food poisoning or stomach viruses.
That last sentence sounds like a challenge sir.
My story comes from being at Dan McCarney's house on his final game night. The short story is that I told him that I couldn't move the firetruck out of his driveway and that I was getting a ride home. He said that's alright I can still get out for work in the morning. That's when I apparently told him, work? you don't have a job. Needless to say I don't remember saying that. I was told by the guy that drove me home. I felt so terrible about that. I sent him an email the next day and he was really cool about it.