Nah man, don't even finish that one. This next place across the street we're gonna check out is the spot. We'll grab another one there then hit up a couple cabs and head to this one other place across town. Probably swing back through here after that to finish off the night though.
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but i got t-shirts made up!
ooooof. forgot about that dreadful occurrence.
I'm too fucking cheap to ever do this, even in the finest of company.
how about i fucking crawl to the packie and fucking drip this fifth of jim beam into my mouth until it's gone, maybe crawl the fuck up to the model if it's not too packed.
Ugh, done it and yes I've cried like a newborn baby after upchucking and dry heaving through out the night. The last cab ride was towards the train station for home and I survived riding in front of a guy eating a fucking hot dog with the works (oh the pungent odor...) before leaving a hansel und gretal bile trail from kitchen to latrine.
oof that story makes me nervous
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