I got home late last night to find my brother, Benjam, sickly pale and vomitting in the bathroom. He'd had a pretty big night by the looks of it and wasn't too impressed with the results. I was a little bit worried about him and I didn't want to go to bed and leave him in the bathroom. After a while he came and sat at the table with me and had a glass of water, which he later threw up. He was slurring his words pretty savagely and sounded a lot like one of Manny's friends Teabag. I told him this and he proceeded to inform me, while still slurring all his words chronically, that he didn't have to slur his words he just didn't see the point in "pronunciating" them. A bit later he explained to me, as only a geek can, the problem with drinking. 1-4: It makes you feel like piece of shit 5-6: It's awesome and you have a great time. I don't like those odds.
In the end I went to bed because there really wasn't a lot I could do but I got up once to check on him. I found him passed out on his knees in the shower with his head resting on the drain so I roused him, he puked a bit more (a lot more) and then went off to bed in the end. I'm not sure if we'll see much of him today.
I'll let you know when I get back from the A League Grand Final...
2 comments:
thats weird..with me its 1sip-1 cup, Erica goes silly and hyper and embarsses herself, 1-2 Erica falls asleep under the table hmmmmmmm
Just to clarify, by 1-4 and 5-6 my brother was referring to odds on a six-sided die, not the number of drinks he had.
Besides I'm pretty sure he drank a lot more than 1-4.
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