Oooh, oooh, ooohOT but a friend of mine once came home really, really pissed and crashed out only to realise she really, really needed to throw up. Couldn't be bothered crawling to the bathroom, so she threw up in her handbag.
Woke up in the morning thinking 'Oh Jesus, what have I done?', gingerly opens her handbag, peers inside and is confronted with... the contents of her handbag. And no vomit.
The younger sister with whom she shared her bedroom, meanwhile, has arrived at school, opened her schoolbag, and been confronted with the congealed semi-fermented contents of her sister's stomach.
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Woke up in the morning thinking 'Oh Jesus, what have I done?', gingerly opens her handbag, peers inside and is confronted with... the contents of her handbag. And no vomit.
The younger sister with whom she shared her bedroom, meanwhile, has arrived at school, opened her schoolbag, and been confronted with the congealed semi-fermented contents of her sister's stomach.
