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Hahahahhahahahhaahahaha. Story time, fellas.
Last night I got extremely hammered. The time went by until about 2:45am when I decided to go to bed because my step dad wakes up at 3am and comes onto the computer every morning. I stumble to my bedroom and lay down, but everything was way too spinny and I couldn't close my eyes without feeling sick. I sat up in bed for about 30 minutes waiting for the spins to go away, then I hear my step dad wake up and come into the computer room ( my bedroom is right beside the comp room). Then I hear him go "holy **** it reeks back here". Probably beer and sweat. I decide to try to sleep, but as soon as I close my eyes, everything spins and I know I'm going to puke. I get out of bed, open the door stumble into the counter in front of my step dad and he glares at me as I go by. I go into the bathroom but I couldn't make it to the toilet, so I puke in the sink. I puke maybe 5 or 6 times in the sink and then I sit on the bathtub and wait for my sickness to pass. I sit there for maybe an hour when I realize that the sink is absolutely filled with my vomit. I wait another 20 minutes, hoping it'll go down, but it doesn't . I go to my last resort... scooping out my puke with my hands and bringing it to the toilet. I do that for about 5 minutes and then flush it. I clean out the sink and stumble back to my room. As I go by, my step dad gives me a "wtf man?" look. I sleep immediately. I wake up in the morning, feeling like shit. I go to the bathroom and see that the sink backed up and there's puke all over it. I try to push it all down but it doesn't go, so I start freaking out. Make the onrpg thread, google, try some shit, blahblah. Nothing ****ing works. I'm tweeking out now because I know my step dad knows what went on. I'm in the middle of jamming a coat hanger down the drain when I hear the door open. My step dad is there and he's pissed. He rages a bit outside because the sink is clogged (he doesnt ask why) and then he goes in to the bathroom. I hear a huge bang and a shit load of swearing and raging. He comes out of the bathroom ****ing covered in my beer puke and he goes, "who the **** is the dumb shit who dumped soup down the sink?!?!?!" I don't want him guessing it's something else so I'm like "shit that was me". I get a mop and go clean the bathroom because there's puke all over the walls and the roof. Epic luck is epic. Maybe I should get drunk to celebrate my good fortune.
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