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We all love a drink. Some of us love them so much they want to see them again on the way out of their mouths. I once got caught by surprise by the boozy sickness while chatting to some friends in my kitchen. Quick as a flash I grabbed a nearby pan and chundered away merrily in it. Realising it was probably time for bed I staggered off to my room. Unfortunately, my co-ordination failed just as I reached the landing and I somersaulted down the entire flight of stairs with my saucepan full of vomit. Beat that!

(, Thu 19 Aug 2004, 21:00)
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Drinking Games
When I was younger my parents were away and I decided to get a load of mates round. We decided to play a drinking game with several very large bottles of cheap vodka.

For some reason we decided to play a prank on one of my mates, so with very careful planning we arranged it so that while my mate was drinking large, straight shots of vodka, everybody else was drinking water and pretending it was harsh.

To his credit, my mate knocked back some serious amounts of vodka in a very short space of time. He held it together admirably but said he needed to sit down on the couch to continue cos he was feeling a bit woozy.

"Isn't anyone else here getting pissed, yet?"

No joke, within 5 minutes his eyelids drooped and he started talking total bollocks in very slurred speech.

5 minutes later he passed out on the couch so the rest of us, being the great friends we were, ignored him totally and began the drinking game for real.

We all got pissed and went out for a drunken ramble through our village. When we got back, my mate was lying sideways on the couch covered from head to toe in ultra-bright luminous orange, pink and green vomit. It was everywhere. All over the floor, all over the couch, down the cushions, all over him... everyone just stood there gawping at this flourescent mess which had my unconscious, twitching mate inside it.

Turns out the bastard had eaten a gigantic prawn cocktail with thousand island dressing before he came over. That shit took months to get out of the upholstery.

Still, I got my revenge. Whilst he was still unconscious I picked up my dog, held its arse 1 inch from his lips and got my friend to take a picture.
(, Fri 20 Aug 2004, 11:09, Reply)

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