too bad. you should have been more responsible with your drinking. |
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ok i go out to a friends house last night. as soon as i arrive i find a bottle of jack d with my name on it. i start off small, a shot here, a shot there. then i move onto double shots. before i know it i'm wasted. no chasers nothing. the whole bottle is gone. this is where i start to black out. i wake up and im in the bathroom hugging a toilet. i black out. when i wake up its 7am. my curfew was 1am. i work at 8am, and i have a half hour drive to work. i'm not feeling good. i drag my ass into work and a line chef sees my perdicament so he offers a "home remedy." it's this red drink that tastes just like jack d. this is where i continue to puke my brains out for about 20 minutes. long story short, i'm grounded for a long time. i never want to see another bottle of jack d in my life. ever. |
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clear eyes. strong hands.
too bad. you should have been more responsible with your drinking. |
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Ignorant bliss is an oxymoron; but so is miserable truth.
Ouch!!!!!!!! |
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you must be the change you wish to see in the world...
-gandhi
haha ohh i learned. don't drink enough for 3 people if you have to work in the morning. |
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clear eyes. strong hands.
Damn!!! |
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Early Morning Moment,
A Glimpse of Joy,
But soon it's Over, and I return to Dust...
i think that might be what this guy gave me. he said it had club soda in it. -- i think it was just my mind telling me that it tasted like jack d. but it did the trick for a little while, i felt better after all the puking... then it hit me again. and i wasn't about to drink anymore of that red death. |
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clear eyes. strong hands.
That's like what happened to me, except with hot 100... |
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