Sounds like food poisoning
He puked, she puked, she almost puked, I puked. Another night out with the brl crew. Mmm. Bile.
Seen and heard:
"Dance it off!"
"I am too off the hook right now."
"He's where?"
"Oh shit, the robot."
"Hey, that muthafucka got a free shot."
"Damn, she's sleeping. It's time to go."
"Why am I called "dickhead"?"
"Yah, you better take him home."
"Don't make me take this further, young buck."
"I got tolerance, baby."
I can't even go there right now. As scheduled, off the hook by 9, dancing by 9:30, and home by 1:30. Hope you're all drinkin' water cause that hangover is gonna be a bitch.
Voodoo
[addendum: it's 8:244/29/02, 8:24AM, I'm awake as hell, and no hangover. I wonder what that says about me in general.]

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