In my second year at Uni..... I lived with a manic depressive epileptic amd a lad with a phobia of bins.
The bin phobia lad could not bring himself to either buy a bin or walk down the hall to the kitchen bin, so he used to throw his rubbish such as banana skins, apple cores, used condoms etc into the corridor outside his room.
The manic depressive epileptic decided to see what it would be like to take 10 Prozacs one day whilst I was at my girlfriends house; 'bin boy' found him passed out on the landing and called an ambulance in a fit of panic.
The paramedics fed 'MDE' boy charcoal in a hope that it would soak up the drugs. He promptly thew up the charcoal / drugs / food leaving black puke all over the bathroom walls and floor.
I moved in with my girlfriend soon after.
(The bin phobia lad could not bring himself to either buy a bin or walk down the hall to the kitchen bin, so he used to throw his rubbish such as banana skins, apple cores, used condoms etc into the corridor outside his room.
The manic depressive epileptic decided to see what it would be like to take 10 Prozacs one day whilst I was at my girlfriends house; 'bin boy' found him passed out on the landing and called an ambulance in a fit of panic.
The paramedics fed 'MDE' boy charcoal in a hope that it would soak up the drugs. He promptly thew up the charcoal / drugs / food leaving black puke all over the bathroom walls and floor.
I moved in with my girlfriend soon after.
TooMuch2AM,
Tue 18 Nov 2003, 5:06,
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