12-19-2005, 04:30 PM
5 years ago....my buddy was the lead DJ at the Smart Bar In Chicago, We hung out in the DJ booth and drank for fee till 3 AM. Then it happened. I got the urge to praise the porcelin god, so I went outside to try to fight it off. Went to my truck to chill out and relax and it became clear thet I was not going to be able to drive. So I called my wife at home to come and get me. She answered, but before I could speak to her....BBBBLLLAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!! Out the door of the truck I blew chunks like it was my job! I then realized the I still had the phone in my hand. Needless to say, she guessed who it was. I thought I was gona die. The next day I was pretty much the same. Lots of pain and vomiting. I thought about calling 911, but I could not get my head out of the toilet.
You're never to old to be immature