Hmm...I'll post a tame one.
Drink: Everclear and juice...as if the juice did anything
Location: Outside Hooter's on Mill Ave near ASU campus
Situation: We three men of sound mind and college starved bodies contemplate the quickest and cheapest way to get as inebriated as possible in the shortest amount of time.
Everclear was its name.
Let me tell you...the juice did NOTHING! Nothing at all...you could put a single shot of Everclear in a HUGE glass of juice and the whole thing still tastes like rubbing alcohol. BUT after a cup or two of that...I was hitting it straight from the bottle...to hell with juice...I wasn't trying to linger in reality.
Walking down Mill Ave...I don't recall how we wound up in front of Hooters, but I think we were hungry. But what's the point of being hungry w/no money...screw that noise.
This is getting too long...I'll cut it short. We find a few female friends we knew from class, I hate one of them to death because she's one of those materialistic chicks who demaned everything and gave nothing. I got enough of that from my then girlfriend...so screw her noise.
But for some reason that night I 'bonded' with her...please get it so I don't have to explain. After our bonding in the car, in the parking garage of the movie theater across the street, we meander back to the front of Hooters. We kill the rest of the Everclear (now in water bottles as to not look obvious...we were obvious enough as it was). I tell my friend to smell my finger...he tells me to eff off because he's a virgin.
Now this is key...my friend was a P.I.M.P...ALL the ladies used to go gaga over this dude. He had so many lady friends it used to make my head spin...but he was still a virgin at 20. Nobody knew besides me of course...bros before hoes and all that.
Well that went out the window when I called him out in front of everyone after he told me to eff off.
I don't remember anything after that. But I woke up with my shoes scuffed, my back hurting, my head ready to explode and my stomach turned inside out...or feeling like it at least. He had picked me up, bodyslammed me onto the sidewalk and started kicking me. People from Hooters ran out to stop him...he ran away before any cops came...and I was driven back to my apartment by the materialistic chick.
I spent the rest of the day puking til my intestines were shriveled and praying that my gf wouldn't find out about anything...and that I hadn't caught anything incurable from materialistic chick. My friend came over and told me what happened...forgave me (bros before hoes) and taking pics of me puking.
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