Old stories
As a recovering alcoholic, I have my issues...I think it's time however, to talk a little about the stories that I accumulated over the years. Some of them are comical, some aren't, you can be sure, most of them are moronic!
Alright, we'll start this off with the story of New Years in '92. I lived in a county that was pretty much dry, so we had to drive 30 miles to get anything to drink. So, myself and 4 others take the ride to the liquor store in my '79 Lincoln Continental. After loading up with 4 cases of beer, two pony kegs, and many various bottles of hard liquor, we head back home to a friends house for the festivities. To make a long story short, by 1:00am, we had 1 keg and all the cases downed. I was drinking anything I could find, including a bottle of tequila that was spelled tequilla, I should have know that was going to be a problem. Well, after playing drinking games with the woman that I had wanted forever, and never quite seemed to be able to hook up with, I ended up in the bathroom. For some reason, I was only wearing my boxers at this point. I was then dragged from the bathroom to the kitchen floor, the carpet felt good. On the kitchen floor, I started to get sick, someone with no brains hands me an ice tray and says..."if you have to puke, puke in this"...I assume they thought that was quite funny, until I took them up on the offer and proceded to ralph into an ice tray. Somewhere, there is video of me on the kitchen floor, puking into an ice tray, only wearing my boxers...*laughing* Then I proceded to promptly pass out in the middle of the kitchen, where I stayed until morning...
Alright, I just felt like I needed to talk about that...
Alright, we'll start this off with the story of New Years in '92. I lived in a county that was pretty much dry, so we had to drive 30 miles to get anything to drink. So, myself and 4 others take the ride to the liquor store in my '79 Lincoln Continental. After loading up with 4 cases of beer, two pony kegs, and many various bottles of hard liquor, we head back home to a friends house for the festivities. To make a long story short, by 1:00am, we had 1 keg and all the cases downed. I was drinking anything I could find, including a bottle of tequila that was spelled tequilla, I should have know that was going to be a problem. Well, after playing drinking games with the woman that I had wanted forever, and never quite seemed to be able to hook up with, I ended up in the bathroom. For some reason, I was only wearing my boxers at this point. I was then dragged from the bathroom to the kitchen floor, the carpet felt good. On the kitchen floor, I started to get sick, someone with no brains hands me an ice tray and says..."if you have to puke, puke in this"...I assume they thought that was quite funny, until I took them up on the offer and proceded to ralph into an ice tray. Somewhere, there is video of me on the kitchen floor, puking into an ice tray, only wearing my boxers...*laughing* Then I proceded to promptly pass out in the middle of the kitchen, where I stayed until morning...
Alright, I just felt like I needed to talk about that...