by chewyman on Sat Apr 14, 2007 7:35 pm
Coming from a house of responsible drinkers alcohol was just a natural part of life, not something to be abused. The first time I ever
really got smashed would have been a house party when I was 16. I swiped a bottle of whiskey and drank 3/4 of it, plus however much beer I'd already had. I proceeded to puke all over the girl's kitchen before passing out on a couch. When I woke up and left I then puked again into a bush on the way home. That's about all that I can remember... Oh, and I was never invited back

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chewyman on Sat Apr 14, 2007 7:44 pm, edited 1 time in total.
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?