OH man...
Shortly after I moved away from home I moved into a house shared with 5 other young "promising" student. You know the kind of thing where we all have our own rooms but share kitchen and bathrooms.
One night me and another guy from the house have some beers while we played some "Sensible Soccer" on the ol' Amiga (man those were the days
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Anyways we run out of beer at 10:05pm and are acextly 5 minutes too late to buy more... so what to do? What to do?
So my buddy says: I got a bottle of Snaps!
It seemed like a good idea at the time... it was NOT.
Now I know that most of the readers here have no idea what Snaps is - and be glad that you don't
It is the Devils work... and it tastes even worse. But for some reason it is like a national treasure here in Denmark.
A full bottle of Snaps later and we head on downtown. I quickly head home again... on foot. I have no idea how I managed to stumble home but I did. Took me 15 minutes to get the key in the door just to get into the house... but I am SO drunk that I just give up trying to get the key into the door to my own room.
So the kitchen looks like a great place to sleep at this point. So I sit myself in a big comfy chair. After about 10 second I feel really really bad so I open up the window as I needed some more fresh air. It works fine until such time that I actually have to take a shit.
So off to the toilet. And its a very very small toilet. Sitting on the toilet I can juuust rest my head on the edge of the sink that is right in front of me. But then I have to puke. And I can't turn around because stuff is still coming out my rear end. And I can't puke so far as into the sink... so I just barely get to think "pull your legs under the toilet..."
So there I am kind of stuck on the toilet. My legs are starting to get numb after a while but I can't really get up without standing in my own pile of puke...
I have no idea how I managed to get out of there or even how I got into my room and into bed. But at 10am the next morning the other people from the house start banging the door wanting to know when I will take care of the pile of puke on the floor...
Now... I never drink Snaps again.