I was in high school and got a friend drunk for the first time off of alcohol we had a buddy steal from his work at a gas station. I was a kind of a party animal back in the day and he was a good straight A student I was corrupting. Anyways this kid turned into a mad man experiencing the effects of being drunk for the first time. We had this doll in our basement that was my sisters, it had a Marquette University t shirt on and my last memory was him dry humping the doll saying “oh yes ms marquette!, oh yesss!” over and over. I was laughing cause i think humor like that is funny and went to bed. When i was sleeping he took off his clothes and peed on his sleeping bag and puked in my upstairs bathroom butt naked. My grandma visiting saw him out of control pissing and puking all over while i slept. The next morning i found all of what happened and cleaned it up. My grandma before leaving confronted me about my drunk naked friend pissing and puking all over the upstairs bathroom completely drunk. I lied and played it off like he was just sick. She left after that and died a short time later. It was the last time i ever spoke to her.
Your story reminds me of when I was in college. My roommate came home drunk and passed out. In the middle of the night I woke up to find him pissing on his desk chair, which had a fabric covered foam seat. Nice and absorbent.
My other roommate and I were yelling at him but he didn’t flinch. Everyone just went back to sleep.
The chair was provided by the school. The next day we just swapped it for an identical one in the lounge.
I drank several different kinds of hard alcohol one night, woke up the next day covered in sharpie, took me all day to find some of the places I’d been written on… I learned my lesson.
I grew up in a small town. My parents both had college degrees. My father worked, my mother stayed home and took care of the house. Everyone was healthy. My parents helped me go to school, so I graduated on time without any debt. I have worked without interruption for 38 years and expect to retire soon. I have a nice wife.
All this has left me unable to write or tell interesting stories.
A guy I work with always wears preppy type clothes, abercrombie, hollister, all that jazz, an he has a pretty think beard and sideburns.
One day he showed up to a meeting we had with his beard and sideburns completely clean shaven, and wearing a Michigan State University basketball t-shirt. He said he woke up like that and didn’t remember a thing from the night before. Also when he woke up one of his shoes was soaking wet and smelt like piss.
A co-worker was sitting next to me at my workbench making ion source filaments, dipping them in an emissive coating suspension. She got her arm too close to the propane torch used to dry the coating and her sleeve caught fire. I thought it was a container of water that I threw onto her sweater but it was a solution of ether and nitro-cellulose used to dissolve the dry coatings. The fireball that erupted when she burst into flames was blinding. She screamed and called me a jerk as the flames consumed her. Can you believe it? I was trying to help her and she called me a jerk. Jeez, some gratitude. It’s a shame; she was a good worker.
