Random Throat
People get into talking about drugs, smoking, alcohol, etc. Conversations abound, like "whoa, you won't believe what I mixed yesterday" and "damn, I must have been throwing up for two hours straight" and "then we had a giant orgy, it was the best night of my life," stuff like that, etc. etc. etc.
Then they come to me and ask me about my amazing party experiences where I jump off a building covered in vomit with a BAC of 10% and then break my clavicus majoris and have the greatest and most awesome and time ever (with two hot lesbians), and I tell 'em that I don't smoke, do drugs, nor have I ever gotten drunk.
Then they sober up (whichever way you want to interpret that) and say that they have a lot of respect for my decision and they wish they could have been more like me.
Then they go back to having wild rampant sex and celebrating, celebrating (every night's the night). What the fuck, I say, what the fuck.
Posted by JeffreyAtW at July 06, 2003 10:30 AM
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