So Jason and I did some crystal meth. Those were my plans that night (all night) just being wired. We went to Cory's and I was reminded about the drinking contest. I was going to puss out but then I was reminded that earlier that day, I blabbed at Jessica's wedding that I could out-drink Jason and Mahamba. I had to defend my honor.
So, Jason, Mahamba and I drank tequila. After 13 shots, I threw up on my dress, went to the bathroom and the rest of the night is a memory that disappeared into a bucket drowning in my puke. So much for that speed I snorted. I passed out.
Unfortunately for me, I missed out on the real party. The ever-entertaining Jason B (beligerent). You know, sometimes when you're fucked up you say really odd things. But they come from somewhere. Sure, you may have to backtrack through a schizophrenic thought process but eventually you find the source of the last words you slurred.
Jason, however, taps into some incoherent, unconscious resource. Everyone's just hanging out talking (except for me and a few other lightweights) about whatever bullshit was important to them at the time when Jason busts out with a deceivingly rhetorical question : "HAVE YOU EVER HAD A FUCKING WOLVERINE FART ON YOUR CHEST?" And, of course, no one responds because, what do you say to that? This is how the question was deceiving because Jason very well may have expected answers. But everybody's silent. Jason becomes increasingly irate thinking that maybe no one sees the seriousness in a wolverine farting on their very chests. So, he shouts from experience (or something) "WELL I HAVE!" Okay, Jason's never actually seen a wolverine.
Later that night, Jason told Chris C. , "Chris, in the year 2000, it all depends on you...VOTE OXYGEN!" What the hell does that mean?
The contest was a bit of a lost cause. All three of us puked and puked. Mahamba was dragged into his house naked on a tarp but he won by default (something around 23 shots, I think). See, we decided that puking at any point in the night automatically knocks us back to zero shots. But we all puked...except Jason. Everytime he threw up, he reassured everybody, "It's alright. It's just warm foam."
Robin currently resides in Orlando,FL and is a High School English teacher
Jason lives in Paducah, KY and works as a live sound technician for a company in Nashville and also runs an independent record label
Mahamba is in Louisville, KY still drinks heavily and is married to a white supremacist
I don't know where the hell Chris C. is
Cory lives in Shitville,PA and runs this website