waking up drunk

Well, J, I guess the only thing left for you to do now is to ask yourself about the most important question a person can ask when they wake up with missing time:

Does your ass hurt? I mean, does it hurt BAD?

If it does, you might want to have a little talk with your "friend" from work.

Ouch!

Son of Son of Dad!

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- You can't just tap them on the shoulder anymore. You have to hit them with a sledgehammer. And then you'll notice you have their strict attention.

Well, I have two comments:

(1) check out this thread and read about Chewers favorite foods to cure a hangover: http://www.chud.com/board/ubbhtml/Fo...ML/000478.html

(2) post things like this in the Culture and Free Form forum (a place to discuss non film related things like family, recreational habits, addictions, hobbies, and Uncle Mitch).

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Why must I be surrounded by frickin' idiots?
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Smile. It makes people wonder what you've been up to!

Two years ago, me and about seven of my friends had a nice little drinking party. No one got too tanked and we all basically just fell asleep playing videogames. At three o'clock in the morning, I get woken up to:

"Adam, uh, Troy is uh, like, puking on the rug and stuff."
"Goddammit."
"Well, like, what should we um, like do?"
"The rugs already fucked, right?"
"Hehehe, yeah, definetley."
"Leave him on the rug, pick it up, and take it outside."
"Okay, got it. Then what?"
"Lock the door."
"Are you sure we shou..."
"Just lock the door."
"Ooooookay."

I lay back down on the couch and go to sleep. At seven o'clock in the morning, I hear the doorbell ringing. I answer it and there's Troy.

Completely naked.

"Rough night, huh?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"You do know that you aren't wearing clothes right?"
"Oh shit."
"Oh shit is right, you smell fucking awful."
"Lemme in."
"Alright, but don;t touch anything, just go take a shower, you've got grass and mud EVERYWHERE."
"Okay."

A few minutes go by and I walk outside to smoke a cigarette and I see an image that will be forever burned in my mind.

The rug. Covered COMPLETELY in piss, puke, and SHIT. Actual human shit, is everywhere. It was not mud all over my friends body, it was HIS SHIT. So, I smoke my cigarette, walk inside, and tell everyone what happened. We still talk about it. Alcohol is BAD.

As are you. Get out of this thread dammit!

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Why must I be surrounded by frickin' idiots?
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Smile. It makes people wonder what you've been up to!