This weekend has been drenched in vomit. On Friday night I took some skinny drunk little blonde Russky dyevooshka clubkid home, and she promptly vomitted all over the bed. Luckily I managed to go out and get a bowl before she puked up again. It was amazingly non-substantive vomit -- she probably hadn't eaten anything solid for days, and it was just a brown combination of bile and B-52s. (This girl, who weighed maybe 100 pounds, including her massive head of hair, consumed in my sight 3 cognacs, 2 whiskeys, a Miller, and 3 flaming B-52s. This in about an hour and a half.)
Then last night -- Sunday -- I got home at about nine pm, and immediately fell ill with food poisoning (or something) and spent most of the night shaking with fever between bouts of vomitting and dhiarrhea.
Sigh. . .
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Ain't life a bitch. Your weekend was infinitely much more interesting than mine here in Saudi Arabia. You were around a woman and got something to drink.
So did you still shag her after she puked, X?
should have taken an idea from Tomcats and shagged her while she was hurlin -=x
You know, actually, I didn't want to get into details, but I started to play with her genitals while she was passed out, and, interestingly, she was responding, though clearly unconscious. Decided it would be too much trouble though.
However, when we woke up the next day, she was still drunk, full of energy, and wanted to have sex without even washing the vomit out of her hair.
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