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Originally Posted by crash_override
I puked yesterday morning, there's nothing worse than showing up to your grandmothers, hungover and looking like you've been hit by a train, then running to the bathroom to puke before you've even greeted your relatives. Not my finest hour.
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Ha ha a Navy boy, im sure we could share puking stories all day long...
I puke all the time and have a million stories, but 999,000 of them just involve me, someones bathroom, toilet, and sleeping on the bathroom floor.
One of my favorites would be at the college os charleston at this girl i was datings sorority house. Had a bottle of wild turkey (gross) and was gettingg ****ed. my girls friend came out with a bottle of blue hawaiian punch to chase it and mix with. I explained to her that might be the worst idea ever and if we were to indulge in that i would probably puke all over the place (as a joke). she got pissed and decided to be mean as hell and start yelling at me "you better not puke here!" and that was my motivation for the evening. dstroyed the bottle of turkey and punch, but was fine. Was goin down on my girl then felt the tummy rumble, i lied and said i needed to use the restroom, i barely got the door open before projectiling blue all over the place like the super soaker 9000, on the mirror, toilet, floor, sink, myself. I just remember locking the door and trying to clean it up with toilet paper. The next day they told me they had to pick the door lock and found me in the shower sleeping with my boxers on.
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Lew Harrison, who looked like an anarchist with his
red eyes and fierce
black beard, had been writing furiously in one corner of the room. "That's good—
happiness by the kilowatt," he said. "Buy your happiness the way you buy
light."