Oh hell yeah I got your back. Fuck man, I puked in there about two months ago. Went to Roosters. Hadn't eaten all day...I'm starting to sense a pattern here. Anyway, I was already three sheets, and I order some onion petals. So I eat the onion petals. We head to Tony's. I order four shots. Two 252's and two cherry bombs. Buddy's like "I'm not taking those". Fuck. I take one of the 252's. Disaster strikes. I don't even make it to the toilet. I puked in the sink. It's all backed up. Some may have hit the floor. I put a huge amount of paper towels on the floor and wiped it around with my foot. I go back to the bar, take the shots and tell my buddy.."we need to leave". The next time I went into Tony's, they knew. I confessed and it was pretty fucking funny.

So if I happen to decorate Tony's bathroom some time you got my back?

The night I'm talking about happened after a Primus concert at Promo West. I think between two guys we spent almost $300 in drinks. We both were trying to get cash from our credit cards and I was so drunk I couldn't remember my pin. Banged my head for almost 2 hours at that show, which was incredible. I actually made it into the stall when I puked. Didn't get on my knees or anything...just leaned over and let loose. Went back to the table where my friends were eating and they all had this look of horror on my face. I usually never get sick but shit happens.

That dude bought about twenty shots while I was there.

My hero is Barry Bonds. Suck it Taos!

Gemmy, it's great you have a genuine person as a personal hero and not some juiced up athlete. I appreciate that.

Ok I'll tell one. Cousin's bachelor party. I was only 21. Worked all day. Hadn't eaten a thing. Get to the bar, start pounding jager and beer. I'm getting wasted. "I need to eat something, soon. Oooh...cheesesticks!"......so about two hours and no joke, fifteen shots of jager AFTER I ate the cheesesticks...I walk, slowly, to the restroom...and fucking hurl cheesesticks, marinara, and jager all the fuck over. I tried to stop it with my hand...imagine putting your thumb halfway over the mouth of a garden hose. It was EVERYWHERE. I hurry up and clean myself up. Just as I'm finishing, some other dude walks in. He's like "WHAT THE FUCK!?"...me, now fully recovered and clean..I say..."Yeah, tell me about it. Fucking sick", as I shake my head and walk out.

Oh the stories I could tell. I've got a few.

I've puked at a bar...once. It was a BW-3 in Reynoldsburg. I was tanked, no doubt, but I think the spicy garlic wings had something to do with it.

I made it to the bathroom. I'm classy.

Look, I'll do a few. I've just seen some pretty serious drinkers not be able to...handle...the 252. Basically, it's a personal decision. I don't want to be responsible for someone (you) puking on the bar. :p

For some reason I'm disappointed.

Nah. I haven't even had one in awhile. I'm disappointed in myself.

Are 252s a must? May have to create a will.

Hey you...why are you deleting stuff off my page?!

I plan on keeping both of my kidneys. If a gang tried to grab me, I'd get those bitches with my bedazzler and some sweet Taekwondo moves.

It also helps that I don't have a husband/brother in a Nepali gang that would dupe me into giving up an organ.

Nepali gang sold women to brothels after selling their kidneys

Gemmy...don't become a kidney-less brothel worker is all I'm saying.

Everybody

Hmmmmm I'm going to be in Nepal.

Oh...I'll get there.

It's looking like I'll be dealing with plans for 24hrs or 36hrs...EWWWWWWWWWW. Then train, then bus, then some sort of local transport.

Good luck getting there...

There was a boy in my neighborhood that had a patch. He had a patch for like three years straight. A year and a half on the right eye and a year and a half on the left eye. He also had chronic ring worm.

I just feel as though you should know this information.

207 friends? Who are you trying to impress? :p

Next week. Drinks.

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Not a crafty person I am. I do have hobbies. But, I get Leslie and the Lys! Does Korea provide you opportunities to add to you collection?

Neca Eos Omnes, Deus Suos Agnoscet

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