“ Share with the group your worst vomit story. “
this is my sophomore year of college. my friends and i drove up to yale because i went to a private catholic and god knows those parties are lame as fuck. my friends and i used to not rely on having a dd for the night, because truthfully, we’d be in someone else’s bed. easier to just fuck it out, sleep it off, regroup in the morning and dip. but this night, we’re hitting up zeta psi. i don’t know what the fuck happened but at some point, i find myself doing a kegstand. i don’t even go to their school, i’m not a pledge or frat bro, i’m just a dude trying to get lucky by the end of the night. but who’s fucking idea is it to fill the keg with straight vodka? that was ass. and i’m no wimp, so i’m there for as long as possible.
next thing you know, i’m waking up passed out on the front lawn of some sorority in a pile of my own yack. it’d a miracle i didn’t get robbed, but i’d have to thank the random really nice sorority sister who woke me up and gave me a bag when i proceeded to throw up what looked and smelled like straight diarrhea. it was just straight vodka coming back out and it burned in the worst possible way.
