Thanks to the delicate Ms X from...uh, east of the Mississippi for these two tales
of young love:
I very rarely drink hard booze but on my first visit to my new boyfriends parents house, whiskey was all the Dad served...long story short, couldn't find the bathroom, did find my boots
(by the door), threw up into them, put them on, and asked to be taken home. Never saw the guy again and no kiss goodnight either...hmmm must not have liked my cologne.
Now my friends story is worse. The combination was beer, a very , very small bladder, very, very big house and bad directions to the bathroom. She ended up in the laundry room and as she explained "There was just no time left, I HAD to go!" So she lowered her panties, hiked up her skirt and tried to daintly "perch" on the side of the laundry room sink...after the loud crash, the whole family (grandparents too) rushed in to find my friend drunk, on her butt, skirt up by her head, panties by her ankles and lying amidst the remains of a broken sink! It must be love, because, amazingly, they invited her back!
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
If the Spew Fits or Reasons to Stay Sober at His Parents House
Posted by 36Business at 6:21 PM
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Threw up in your own boots and put them on? Are you from Alabama? Is this a local custom where you're from. Just stay away from the booze, pally.
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