I have you over to hang out for the night. We have a few drinks, I go to sleep. I wake up finding all of the booze gone and you puking all over my floor, my stuff, and me.
Thanks to you I have a HUGE mess to clean up, a lack of sleep, and I’m in a bad mood.
I hope your hangover was extensively painful. Never again will you be drinking in my house.
At least you know who it was. From the thread title, I thought you weren’t sure … (“Say, this has broccoli in it! Only Keith had broccoli… but wait, there’s orange in it! Jack had an orange.”)
I had the same problem this weekend, and not only was there vomit all over the floor, couch and bathroom, there was even some OUTSIDE my apartment door, all over the carpeted hallway.
You actually allowed him to leave the house without cleaning it up himself??? /boggle I’d have handed him the cleaning supplies and made him do it under threat of grevious bodily harm.
If you puke in my house, get it to the toilet, or you’re cleaning it, cause I sure as fuck ain’t. I ain’t your momma, and I sure as fuck ain’t your maid.
I’m a big believer in the Golden Rule. So tonight, eat a large pizza, get shitfaced drunk, and then go over to his house. After you’ve puked on his carpet, his stereo, and his cat, he’ll learn his lesson. Or you will. Someone will learn something, that’s all I know.