Just another Friday night at the Dub...
Who doesn't like a good puke story?
If that caught your eye then this is the right story for YOU.
So last night my friend and I went to this party and it was fun, music was bumping (they played Rock the Casbah and "Why do you build me up buttercup"!!!), people were nice, and it was an overall good time. My friend Kali and I were getting tired so we were like "Thanks for having us over, but we're heading out now. Later!" This kid Sam who lives in our building was like, "Can I go with you guys?" and we were like "yea." Keep in mind this is the first time Sam has had any alcohol in over two months and he had 8 shots of vodka that night. So as we were walking we were like "Sam, you ok?" "I'm good." "do you need to throw up?" "No i'm fine" "Sam are you cool?" "Yea i'm really good." Anyways, earlier that night Sam called up his roomate to have him come pick him up. So as we're walking his roomate calls and is like "Where are you sam?" and his roomate finds us and we get in the car...
The car was a little SUV and the backseat was turned down so Sam, Kali, and I were sitting on trunk space. Sam is in the middle of us and we're all having a good time driving home. UNTIL WITHOUT ANY WARNING AT ALL Sam projectile vomits!!!!! ALL OVER THE INTERIOR OF THE CAR. Kali and I crawled and huddled into the fetal position and held onto the "Oh Shit" bars and opened all the windows and stuck our heads out and it was SO awful.
And to make it worse...this Romanian exchange student named Octavian was in the car making these noises like "Slurp slurp slurp" and saying things like "Do you want a spoon?" and saying things like "Hey sam, you sure it was vodka? cause it definitely smells like gin."
If that caught your eye then this is the right story for YOU.
So last night my friend and I went to this party and it was fun, music was bumping (they played Rock the Casbah and "Why do you build me up buttercup"!!!), people were nice, and it was an overall good time. My friend Kali and I were getting tired so we were like "Thanks for having us over, but we're heading out now. Later!" This kid Sam who lives in our building was like, "Can I go with you guys?" and we were like "yea." Keep in mind this is the first time Sam has had any alcohol in over two months and he had 8 shots of vodka that night. So as we were walking we were like "Sam, you ok?" "I'm good." "do you need to throw up?" "No i'm fine" "Sam are you cool?" "Yea i'm really good." Anyways, earlier that night Sam called up his roomate to have him come pick him up. So as we're walking his roomate calls and is like "Where are you sam?" and his roomate finds us and we get in the car...
The car was a little SUV and the backseat was turned down so Sam, Kali, and I were sitting on trunk space. Sam is in the middle of us and we're all having a good time driving home. UNTIL WITHOUT ANY WARNING AT ALL Sam projectile vomits!!!!! ALL OVER THE INTERIOR OF THE CAR. Kali and I crawled and huddled into the fetal position and held onto the "Oh Shit" bars and opened all the windows and stuck our heads out and it was SO awful.
And to make it worse...this Romanian exchange student named Octavian was in the car making these noises like "Slurp slurp slurp" and saying things like "Do you want a spoon?" and saying things like "Hey sam, you sure it was vodka? cause it definitely smells like gin."