There was one day when I was 19 or 20 I went to some Mexican restaurant (in Winnipeg, so guess how bad it was) and I had about an infinite amount of their unlimited nachos and salsa along with some margaritas and a couple of ounces of everclear in Jolt cola and that night I threw up in my parents’ front yard.
It was February or so and there was snow in the yard and I remember my puke quickly melting through a foot of snow.
Come spring time and the patch of grass was brown and splotchy where I’d puked and I think it wasn’t better for 2 or 3 years.
I know it’s better now because I frequently visit my parents’ yard at night. I shouldn’t really say “visit” as it’s more like “haunt”.
[quote]Nards wrote:
There was one day when I was 19 or 20 I went to some Mexican restaurant (in Winnipeg, so guess how bad it was) and I had about an infinite amount of their unlimited nachos and salsa along with some margaritas and a couple of ounces of everclear in Jolt cola and that night I threw up in my parents’ front yard.
It was February or so and there was snow in the yard and I remember my puke quickly melting through a foot of snow.
Come spring time and the patch of grass was brown and splotchy where I’d puked and I think it wasn’t better for 2 or 3 years.
I know it’s better now because I frequently visit my parents’ yard at night. I shouldn’t really say “visit” as it’s more like “haunt”.
