On my 19th birthday my friends took me out to a strip club far too late into my drinking, to the point where I was just gone and only remember bits and pieces. I don't remember waiting for my lap dance, but I do remember puking on the stripper, I also remember being physically hurled out of the strip club and one of my buddies punching the bouncer in the nuts while my other friend helped me up and we ran for it.
This one doesn't involve me puking, but the same guy that punched the bouncer from the previous story was at my new apartment, we were having a house warming party and he had pre-drank before hand so he was already hammed by the time he got to my place. So I sit him near the window and say to him if he needs to puke, just do it out the window. Well that was a bad idea on my part as there was a homeless man sleeping in that particular spot cause that's where the awning was furthest out, therefore the driest area. Well suffice to say, that homeless man got puked on and I felt bad enough to give him 20 dollars so he could either wash his clothes at a laundromat, buy some new ones from Value Village, or most likely by a 6 pack of beer.
Last edited by LoathsomePete; 04-13-2009 at 09:27 AM.
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