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Little story from the weekend!
I went out with an old friend of mine on Friday night that I hadn't seen it about 3 years. We had a bit of a falling out over the fact that he owed me a substantail amount of money i lost from a business deal that went south at the time.
Anyway he phones me up to say he is in town and can I forgive him for what happened that time back.
I thought thats pretty cool so we met at a sports bar at about 19:00 for a couple of pints and to catch up on old times. I had 4 beers then moved onto double vodka and coke.After my second double, I went to the toilet and came back and I had a fresh vodka waiting.
About halfway through the drink I started to feel funny (vision blurred, couldn't concentrate on what he was saying, tongue all thick and i couldn't string two words together). I stood up paid my tab and told him i was going home. (about 21:00)
I remember walking to my car... and thats about it. How I drove home, who knows but all I remember as the next segment in the evening was puking black tar shit out in my toilet at home (About 22:00) for about 4 hours. I was so sick I couldn't go to work the next day and couldn't even get out of bed.
I phoned the prick but he denied it. I didn't believe him as the sports bar had been quiet and we had sat at one side away from the rest of the people there. It could only have been him!!!
Anyway told him to fuck off and I never wanted to see him again.
Slightly recovered this morning but feel like I bust a couple of ribs from the puking!
Fucker
I went out with an old friend of mine on Friday night that I hadn't seen it about 3 years. We had a bit of a falling out over the fact that he owed me a substantail amount of money i lost from a business deal that went south at the time.
Anyway he phones me up to say he is in town and can I forgive him for what happened that time back.
I thought thats pretty cool so we met at a sports bar at about 19:00 for a couple of pints and to catch up on old times. I had 4 beers then moved onto double vodka and coke.After my second double, I went to the toilet and came back and I had a fresh vodka waiting.
About halfway through the drink I started to feel funny (vision blurred, couldn't concentrate on what he was saying, tongue all thick and i couldn't string two words together). I stood up paid my tab and told him i was going home. (about 21:00)
I remember walking to my car... and thats about it. How I drove home, who knows but all I remember as the next segment in the evening was puking black tar shit out in my toilet at home (About 22:00) for about 4 hours. I was so sick I couldn't go to work the next day and couldn't even get out of bed.
I phoned the prick but he denied it. I didn't believe him as the sports bar had been quiet and we had sat at one side away from the rest of the people there. It could only have been him!!!
Anyway told him to fuck off and I never wanted to see him again.
Slightly recovered this morning but feel like I bust a couple of ribs from the puking!
Fucker
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