Love these stories OK, I've got puking stories, after all I was nearly a professional alcoholic in college, but won't share any of them here - hate to admit to most of them! :Brow: I have a few stories from over the summer that are laughable. Remember, I'm learning to master this prosthetic leg, and the process is much like what a toddler goes through - meaning I fall alot at first. It's just part of the learning curve. Was at a car show with a date (not the first), was getting up out of a lawn chair, and seconds after he asked me if I needed help - and then I emphatically answered "No" - I took a header and the chair and my crutches went flying, causing quite a stir. :rant: I think people thought I'd been drinking (I wasn't). Was on a first date at a huge, fancy restaurant - ate dinner and then decided to go to the lounge for drinks. No longer using the crutches. As we were walking through the extremely crowded room, I miscalculated a step and went flying face first. Hit a table with my arm on the way down. Immediately a group of guys busted out laughing, my date went into emergency mode (was a Fireman), and the 2 old guys at the table I hit jumped up to help. Of course, I was laughing, as they dragged my butt up off the floor, but I wanted to kick the crap out of the laughing dudes. Again, I think people thought I'd been drinking. Although I don't advocate it, falling down seems to be a pretty good integrity test of the date!! :TU: Went on a different first date, meet for dinner. As we were leaving the restaurant, the guy has the nerve to ask me "Do you have to go potty before we leave?" :shock: :eek2: :moonu: Needless to say, he didn't make the cut.
My story has no puking tales in it (thank God) but on my first date with my driver's license I had my dad's 66 Riv, which really was mine, and the cutest girl.........her younger sister was even more gorgious, but was only 15. We were going to McDonald's for dinner (heck, I was a kid) and we spent most of the day just cruising around town. She loved my car, I even let her drive it. She couldn't get over how it glued her into the seat when she dropped it into low. She was mesmerized by the speedometer, and thought it was cool when I burned out and it went crazy as the car quickly exceeded the speed limit. On a later date we ended up on a long country road and she made me slow down when we got up to 125........she liked to be in fast cars but didn't want to killed either I guess. She was the only girl I ever had who would have encouraged me to get into racing.......probly a good thing. Anyway, we drove around so much and I only had about enough money for dinner and none for gas. When it got near empty, I figured there's prolly a few gallons reserve........ :error: As my luck would have it, it ran out about 4 blocks from my house so we walked home to get a gallon of the old man's lawn mower gas. He felt sorry for me and gave me his Texaco card so I could fill it up again........then we went to eat. I only dated her for a few weeks after that, she found a guy with a Mopar who must have been cuter than me......or maybe she thought his car was faster......one night they stopped by so I could meet him........he had an old '64 Belvedere just like hers (but she had the 318). She was trying to get me and him to drag race, but he was a little chicken and since my dad was overhearing the conversation, I had to be cool. We never did race, but it would have been fun. Last I heard of this chick was that she she became a lesbian and moved to New York City........haven't heard from her since. :bglasses:
Isn't that how they always turn out? "I was so much man for her that she could never have another." p :laugh:
I think I'm gonna hurl Once upon a time in a land far far away, well not so far. It was in Oak Park, Illinois. The girl I was dating at the time, I'll say 1987 or so had a thing for Orange flavored Maddog 20/20. Now if you have never enjoyed this beverage, I suggest you dont bother. Its best attribute was the fact you could get a big ass bottle for about 2 bucks. Big with the Hobo's. We had gone to the movies and brought a bottle in with us ,polishing it off by the time the credits rolled. Needles to say we were fairly effected and had the urge to eat food of some sort. Being as it was about 2 in the AM the only thing available to us was White Castle, yes folks.......sliders :eek2: We had also been enjoying some herbatious potable's as well so we were really hungry by the time we got out of the drive through. On the drive back to bring her home we, well she mostly, polished off about a dozen of those little nasty cheeseburgers as we pulled up to her house she asked me to go around to the back of her folks house and park by the garage, I'm thinking, sweet I am going to be rewarded for being such a swell guy. as I lean over to recieve my just desserts she gets that look, I'm like uh, "are you gonna be OK?" no words.......she starts to convulse and I get her out of the car (in a driving rain) and hold the umbrella for probably an hour while she expells every one of those cheeseburgers, the popcorn, the jujubees, and of course the 32 ounces of MD20/20 :shock:. The next time I was over at the house her dad took me aside and commended me for getting soaked while his daughter puked her guts out (he saw the whole thing from his bedroom window) and said next time we get hammered like that I should just escort her to her bedroom instead of leaving her passed out on the kitchen floor. ou: All in all a good night and I havent had a slider since, donno about her though. o No: D.
This was on the MJ morning radio show this morning... Warning: It's sound bytes of a guy puking his guts out....but it's about the funniest thing I've ever heard. I almost wrecked the truck listening to it live this morning!! http://www.mjmorningshow.com/timages/page/media/FroggyEggNogChallenge3.mp3 Right click and Save As...
Adam...I...can't. type...I'll get you for that!!! I'd type ROFL, but it looks "too familiar"... AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAA!!! :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:
