Southern Comfort
It's for this reason that I can't and won't drink that vile cat piss like drink that is Southern Comfort.

In all honesty, the details of the day are a little hazy, but the thought has never left...

My then girlfriend was a bit of a kleptomaniac and generally couldn't help herself (in more than theft - but that's another story) - we were at college and she found me between classes and presented me with a bottle of Southern Comfort and a "let's drink this whole bottle of SC" plan.

Being 17 and stupid, I thought it sounded like a brilliant idea.

An hour later - not so much - we'd drunk the whole lot and I was utterly shitfaced. I also had to get home which posed it's own problems as I had to get on the bus, have a 1 hour journey and get home and convince my mum I wasn't hammered.

Bus time came and I made it to the bus - with a LOT of assistance - I was sober - I was home free.

15 minutes of swaying, warm, bus later - I was not in a good place and had to yell at the bus driver to stop.

He refused until I staggered up to the front and pointed out that if he didn't, he'd have a pretty impressive amount of vomit to deal with.

He stopped and not a moment too soon as instead of throwing up, my stomach, and its contents literally exploded out of my face out of the door, on to the step, on to my shoes and clothes and was a pretty impressive amount of vomit, to be honest...

Bus driver was not amused - neither was my girlfriend who got a big, sicky, kiss from me. She, on the other hand, wasn't as classy as me and face-exploded all over the floor of the bus.

We moved seats and denied all knowledge as we "knew" that noone noticed (!)

I eventually got home and was dragged through the front door by my sister and it was clear that I was hammered - especially as I made it to teh bathroom and threw up, pretty spectacularly, all over the bathroom floor. The funny part was that my sister got the blame for my state...

The (chartered) bus company wasn't amused and my antics were the last straw in a long list of misdemeanors by our lot and cancelled their bus contract with the council - we went from a nice comfy coach to a crappy "RoadCar" bus...

I still can't drink southern comfort - and I don't speak to that girlfriend any more either... Something about her liking women these days (nothing to do with her being a crazy, psychopathic bunny boiler at all....)
(james_tiger_woods is going to start his killing spree on the, Fri 8 Jan 2010, 17:35, Reply)