Jun 24, 2005 23:59
ian that fucker had to go and nearly die on me so yeah we cant go to iowa.sorry kasey or whatever your name is.
the full story
we were bored last night at least i think it was last night and ian forgot you shouldnt mix anti depressants and alcohol...i mean LOTS of alcohol.since we THOUGHT we were going on a road trip saturday and we both had off of work friday and saturday it would be a good idea to get really drunk.we went into a liquor store and bought: bacardi,hot damn,24 pack of milwaukees best,some canadian whisky,jack,then we stole my moms southern comfort.there was probably more shit but i dont remember.
we watched reservoir dogs and pulp fiction because they say fuck alot and its easy to make a drinking game out of.so thats what we did.we alternated between hot damn and jack.after a while we both passed out.i swear i heard ian puking in my dreams.lol.
i woke up to find ian puking all over himself and seizing...a bit hung over i picked his fat ass up and drove him to the hospital and left him there because i had some shit to do.eventually he will write about.