FUNNY STORY ALERT:
I drank a tad too much on Friday night and that's really all I have to say about that. Whew, and did I ever get a nasty hangover the next day. Seriously though, I tend to get the worst hangovers know to man.... there is something seriously wrong.
I wanted to go home that night because I really have this thing where I love sleeping in my own bed... I really do, I hate staying at other people's houses. Anyways, I had to stay at my friend's house that night because my car was there and I was waaaaay beyond the point of being able to drive.
I had to go to my cousin's baby shower in the morning so I woke up around 10am and there was no one in her house. When I got outside to my car, her mom is having this fucking yard sale, and it's in the middle of brampton so you know there's tons of people there. That and the fact that it was like 50 million degrees out made me quite disoriented and I decided that I had to puke. I didn't want anyone to see me tossing my shit so i ducked down between some cars and ended up vomiting on my feet. Gross.
Then I went home and passed out on my living room floor because it was the coolest place in the house. That was very shortlived because I awoke to my mother dragging me out of the house to go to the baby shower because it started at 12:30. My dad is really smart because on the way out of the house he gave me a plastic bag incase I had to puke on the way there. And I did.
At first, I was just thinking that if I had to puke I would just hang my head out the window and puke on the road. Well if anyone has ever tried that while in motion they would know that it's not the most comfortable thing so I opted for the bag. So here I am driving down the street puking in a bag which doesn't work too well because a large quantity of it ended up on my shirt.
So my mom, being all anti-litter was like "Just tie up the bag and put it in the back" and I'm like "Why would I leave a bag of puke in the car, that's just gross". So I chucked the puke bag out the window. Well my mom got pretty upset about that and started yelling at me. It's not really like I could hear her very well cause my head was out the window but I was like "What's the problem? Puke is probably biodegradable".
We arive at my cousin's house and I'm barely in the door before I shout "I have a killer hangover and I just threw up on myself in the car"! It made me feel a bit better that my cousin said "It's ok, If I wasn't pregnant it probably would've been me". At this point I have to puke again and then I had a bit of a nap on her bathroom floor (which was very nicely decorated I might add) until my mom felt bad for me and drove me back home where I slept all day.
Oh and then my sister called me to asked if I'm pregnant cause I'm sick all the time and I'm like "No way dude, I just drink too much". DUH!
I drank a tad too much on Friday night and that's really all I have to say about that. Whew, and did I ever get a nasty hangover the next day. Seriously though, I tend to get the worst hangovers know to man.... there is something seriously wrong.
I wanted to go home that night because I really have this thing where I love sleeping in my own bed... I really do, I hate staying at other people's houses. Anyways, I had to stay at my friend's house that night because my car was there and I was waaaaay beyond the point of being able to drive.
I had to go to my cousin's baby shower in the morning so I woke up around 10am and there was no one in her house. When I got outside to my car, her mom is having this fucking yard sale, and it's in the middle of brampton so you know there's tons of people there. That and the fact that it was like 50 million degrees out made me quite disoriented and I decided that I had to puke. I didn't want anyone to see me tossing my shit so i ducked down between some cars and ended up vomiting on my feet. Gross.
Then I went home and passed out on my living room floor because it was the coolest place in the house. That was very shortlived because I awoke to my mother dragging me out of the house to go to the baby shower because it started at 12:30. My dad is really smart because on the way out of the house he gave me a plastic bag incase I had to puke on the way there. And I did.
At first, I was just thinking that if I had to puke I would just hang my head out the window and puke on the road. Well if anyone has ever tried that while in motion they would know that it's not the most comfortable thing so I opted for the bag. So here I am driving down the street puking in a bag which doesn't work too well because a large quantity of it ended up on my shirt.
So my mom, being all anti-litter was like "Just tie up the bag and put it in the back" and I'm like "Why would I leave a bag of puke in the car, that's just gross". So I chucked the puke bag out the window. Well my mom got pretty upset about that and started yelling at me. It's not really like I could hear her very well cause my head was out the window but I was like "What's the problem? Puke is probably biodegradable".
We arive at my cousin's house and I'm barely in the door before I shout "I have a killer hangover and I just threw up on myself in the car"! It made me feel a bit better that my cousin said "It's ok, If I wasn't pregnant it probably would've been me". At this point I have to puke again and then I had a bit of a nap on her bathroom floor (which was very nicely decorated I might add) until my mom felt bad for me and drove me back home where I slept all day.
Oh and then my sister called me to asked if I'm pregnant cause I'm sick all the time and I'm like "No way dude, I just drink too much". DUH!