I Can't Drink Tequila
I was dating this incredibly hot guy named Josh ten years ago. He had beautiful long hair and he reminded me of Peter Steele, only shorter and a little less built. Anyway, we would go to this goth club on the weekends and drink like it was cool or something. I am a seasoned drinker. I can hold my liquor beyond the point that anyone my size should really be able to. (Thank you, wasted teenage years!)
So, Josh and I were going shot for shot of tequila. There was beer and some kind of red test tube shot things going on in between the tequila. I was so drunk out of my tree, that I couldn't feel my legs. I spent a half hour with my head in the toilet at the club, which was nasty. Josh had to carry me out of the club, so he put me in a fireman's hold. Wtg. I puked in his hair, of course.
When I woke up, I had no idea how we got back to his apartment and I had somehow stuffed toilet paper in my shoes.
Ever since, tequila and I have not been friends.
So, Josh and I were going shot for shot of tequila. There was beer and some kind of red test tube shot things going on in between the tequila. I was so drunk out of my tree, that I couldn't feel my legs. I spent a half hour with my head in the toilet at the club, which was nasty. Josh had to carry me out of the club, so he put me in a fireman's hold. Wtg. I puked in his hair, of course.
When I woke up, I had no idea how we got back to his apartment and I had somehow stuffed toilet paper in my shoes.
Ever since, tequila and I have not been friends.