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seethingheathenOkay. I went out last night to a pub I've been to a few times, and got completely pissed. It was great. For less than ten dollars, which makes it even better. Free drinks anyone? God I love being in this country sometimes. The guy I was with only drank water, so he watched me get drunker and drunker as the night went on. And no, he wasn't trying to get me drunk so he could have his evil way with me. He's gay. Veryverygaydotcom.
After the pub, we went to Taco Bell. I was not feeling the least bit queasy until I ate a fucking quesadilla. Must have been five minutes later that I ralphed in the carpark at Taco Bell. And farted. Cos all that violent muscle spasming tends to knock a few things loose. So I sat in the car, my head out the door, puking and farting. And laughing. Laughing cos I was farting. I am such a teenage boy sometimes.
So, Nis, while it wasn't in a bin on The Castro, it was grand in its own right.
And I'm not hungover.
Cheers.
After the pub, we went to Taco Bell. I was not feeling the least bit queasy until I ate a fucking quesadilla. Must have been five minutes later that I ralphed in the carpark at Taco Bell. And farted. Cos all that violent muscle spasming tends to knock a few things loose. So I sat in the car, my head out the door, puking and farting. And laughing. Laughing cos I was farting. I am such a teenage boy sometimes.
So, Nis, while it wasn't in a bin on The Castro, it was grand in its own right.
And I'm not hungover.
Cheers.
