Hello internet people!
So basically, i was watching Tyler Oakley and the Beautiful Louise from sprinkleofglitter on YouTube doing their video on times they've 'pooped' their pants, so i thought i'd do something similar, but i've shat myself way too many times... I'm kidding (not kidding). So instead, i thought i'd write about something that anyone who like to drink can relate to - throwing up after getting too drunk.
Right, well i thought i'd start with one that's pretty recent (there are too many times that are recent - what is wrong with me?). A couple of weeks ago, i went out for a night out with a few people i haven't seen in a very long time. i ended up going to this club that i'd never been to before and it was pretty dead inside, so i just drank until i no longer cared. I got incredibly drunk, and when an old friend of mine turns up with a few friends and says 'let's go back to mine', i didn't go home like i probably should have done, and i went back with them. we were chatting in the garden at her house when i realised i was that drunk that i hadn't understood or listened to any of the conversation - all i was thinking of was where can i throw up without them noticing. eventually everyone started going inside so i said that i was going to meet them in there because i wanted to call someone, which was complete bullshit. the second they went in, i started to look for a discreet place to throw up in her garden, and when i tried to get up, it just all came out. The worst thing was, it went all over my new shoes, and all over her garden chair - classy, i know. her, my best friend and her mates saw it happen and they started filming me. i hate my life.
Unfortunately, another time that was worse than then was also pretty recently, it happened when i was at uni, and we were just about to go for a night out. We had ordered a mini bus and i was sat on my own in the back of it when i started to do the drunken head roll, when your head feels that heavy that you can't keep it up. at this point i knew i was about to spew up, but luckily we got to the venue before i did. when we were walking from where the taxi dropped up off to the line to get in, i stopped and told them all i was just tying my laces (they must have been pretty drunk because i was wearing Chelsea boots at the time). so, i was kneeling there, waiting to throw up when a girl walks up to me and asks if I'm alright. i spend a second before replying to answer because i was trying to hold back my sick so i could answer, and i say 'yeah, i'm...' and before i can say fine, i throw up on her. knee down she was covered. the most embarrassing thing is, instead of apologising to her, i ran the fuck away. i hid for a few minutes as i watched her clean off the sick with a bottle of water and get into a taxi home, crying. i felt awful morally, but i felt less sick, so i went into the club and carried on my night - yes, i am that heartless.
So i hope you enjoyed reading guys, and i'm so sorry if you read this, sick girl! I did say i'm not scared to tell the truth! and mum, if you read this, i'm not even sorry for posting this!
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