After my tutor, I went to some friend's birthday party and we were playing bomberman and some super smash bro brawl on the wii. It was fine and then things started getting bad. The host brought out the drinks and everyone starting drinking. One person was already done in like 10 minutes into drinking. He was falling off the sofa, couldn't walk straight and boy he looked dead. We told him to stop drinking yet he continued. Then he barfed onto the sofa and we were leading him to the washroom for him to puke some more but he couldn't make it and fell down at the room beside the washroom. We couldn't stop him after that and he just kept puking, the floor was like completely wet with puke and we just couldn't get him up. There he lay, lying face flat on the floor with the puke on him and it soaked into his clothes. It was a nasty sight and he was like that for over an hour. Once in a while, he continued puking some more until a big big puddle came.
Another just kept drinking and drinking and he got really really red. He just kept randomly laughing and was not as bad as the one before but he was done too. Others were just red and doing stupid stuff. Then there were the ones that went to go "bun" and "smoke". They got pretty high too.
I remember one was like saying where is the time while looking at his wrist, but there was no watch at all. Another had slipped on the ground and was like why is there water there when obviously there was not. It was just a bad sight.
Then suddenly, the guy who was puking said he needed to call an ambulance because he was gonna die and was telling us to bring a phone. We were reluctant because we were not supposed to be drinking at all. So we hid the phone but afterwards, we found out he had his cell with him and boy we all got scared. Me and a few others dipped right after hearing it and we even took the stairs instead of the elevator. When we were downstairs, there was a police car outside and we were scared lifeless. I ran home after that and I am still scared.
Why did I ever do this to myself. I am such a bad boy. Learned a big lesson and guess I deserved this. At the party, there was smirnoff and beer and some apple cider thing and boy I don't really like the taste of it. It just tasted like medicine to me, there is nothing wrong with it but just the taste. I can't take the taste and so I only drank like 3-4 to cups? not much compared to others who finished like half a bottle. Others were chugging it. Therefore, I was conscious while others were like passing out. I was lucky to react quickly and avoid this disaster. enough said, I was scared sh*tless
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