Yeah, this shit pertains to booze but, incredibly, not to me.
The other night was my brother's 20th birthday but he has a fake I.D., so we all went downtown around 1030pm after playing about 5hrs of beer pong. Needless to say, he blacked out around midnight (I was at a different bar - a bar where everyone knows me so he knows not to try to get in with his fake I.D.). Anyway, his friend Lane comes to get me all paranoid, freaking out that my brother is totally hammered. So I say, "ok" and we find him and Lane drives us home.
The next day, my brother calls Lane to find out what the fuck happened between 12am-2am. I had no idea since I was at a different bar. Lane tells him that he went into a nearby pizza shop around 130am, sat down with two random chicks he didn't even know and then started to eat their pizza. Somehow, Lane was able to get through to him that he was eating someone else's pizza and my brother fishes into his pocket for some cash and tosses a crumbled up twenty and a condom on the table in front of one of the girls. Apparently, the girl threw the items back at him and exclaimed, "I'm not a whore" and stormed off.
That same night I had lost track of a couple of my friends as I was pretty drunk myself. I get up the next morning and see that I have a missed call from my friend Trevor. So I call him back to see what was up and he tells me that he woke up in the hospital attached to an I.V.
Apparently, he passed out on a curb downtown and a passerby spotted him and called 911. They eventually discharged him and said he had a blood alcohol content of .34 (my friend who is a nurse said that you are in a coma at .4 and dead and .45). So I guess his dad picked him up the next day and I can't even imagine how furious he was. He ended the convo by saying, "At least I got pumped full of fluids and I got a good breakfast out of it." LOL
Crazy shit.
The other night was my brother's 20th birthday but he has a fake I.D., so we all went downtown around 1030pm after playing about 5hrs of beer pong. Needless to say, he blacked out around midnight (I was at a different bar - a bar where everyone knows me so he knows not to try to get in with his fake I.D.). Anyway, his friend Lane comes to get me all paranoid, freaking out that my brother is totally hammered. So I say, "ok" and we find him and Lane drives us home.
The next day, my brother calls Lane to find out what the fuck happened between 12am-2am. I had no idea since I was at a different bar. Lane tells him that he went into a nearby pizza shop around 130am, sat down with two random chicks he didn't even know and then started to eat their pizza. Somehow, Lane was able to get through to him that he was eating someone else's pizza and my brother fishes into his pocket for some cash and tosses a crumbled up twenty and a condom on the table in front of one of the girls. Apparently, the girl threw the items back at him and exclaimed, "I'm not a whore" and stormed off.
That same night I had lost track of a couple of my friends as I was pretty drunk myself. I get up the next morning and see that I have a missed call from my friend Trevor. So I call him back to see what was up and he tells me that he woke up in the hospital attached to an I.V.
Apparently, he passed out on a curb downtown and a passerby spotted him and called 911. They eventually discharged him and said he had a blood alcohol content of .34 (my friend who is a nurse said that you are in a coma at .4 and dead and .45). So I guess his dad picked him up the next day and I can't even imagine how furious he was. He ended the convo by saying, "At least I got pumped full of fluids and I got a good breakfast out of it." LOL
Crazy shit.
