fun and board games
after a particularly heavy night on the piss, i was escorted home by 4 burly blokes, who had to physically lift me in and out of the taxi. they deposited me on my front path, just in time for my mother to open the door and watch, disgustedly, as i crawled over the step and up to bed. i tried to stand up, only to find that my bedroom had become a centrifuge.
feeling more than slightly nauseous, i collapsed onto my bed. feeling that the cool wall would make me feel better, i wedged my head between the side of the bed and the wall, which is when my stomach contents decided they wanted out. not a drop touched the wall, every bit went down the gap, to land under the bed and all over my lovely monopoly box. having emptied my guts, i passed out.
next morning, i woke to the disgusting smell coming from under the bed. feeling more than a little green and knowing that i'd never be able to cope with my own vom without producing more, i called my sister and offered her every penny i had in my purse to clean it up for me. she did. she even cleaned the rest of my room and washed my clothes.
nearly 20 years later, i've still got that monopoly board. the box is stained, but i keep it for some strange reason. i don't know why.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Mon 11 Jan 2010, 2:09, Reply)