rushlight

So, me n' Ashlar and a few people from work went drinking as an early birthday party (I'll be working on Sunday).

Darts = fun.

Ashlar whining about playing nineball = fun.

Me getting sick as fawk = not fun.



Vomited in the parking lot. Crashed at Ash's house (a million thanks hon. I owe you). Puked in her toilet. Got home. Puked again. Went to the hospital. Puked 4 times. Finally they gave me some anti-emitic. Puked one more time and that was that. They called it "acute gastroenteritis", which translates to "yep, you're sick". I think it was alcohol poisoning.

So what've we learned kids?

2 double shots of Sambuca + pint of Shiner + pint of Budweiser = "I'm figna vomick!"

Now I'm off to work. TTFN.