"I Really Hate Southern Comfort"

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I really hate Southern Comfort. I really do. I hate it and I don't even drink the shit. It smells like ass and anyone whoever drinks it usually winds up puking later.

Fucking Cristina. So last night Kai, Elaine, Ida, and myself go and hang out at her house, drinking a little, but mostly watching her HBO. Anyways, Cris is having a grand ole time but at about 5:30am(with me nearly falling asleep for about 3 hours) Elaine and me want to go home. So after seeing if Cris was alive because she went into the back of the house and didn't make any noise, we leave. We drop Elaine off and then take me home. So 3 blocks from my house, sitting at the stop light, Cristina pukes all over herself. Just typing that I can smell it. It was so gross. After pulling over, I tell Kai go to my house so we can clean her up. What I really wanted to do was get the hose to her happy ass and wash her off in the yard. But, since I don't like anyone rolling around in their own vomit, I gave her some clothes of mine(which just made me feel so fat because they were all huge on her) and Kai the Fabreeze to spray in the car. Ahhh another puke story to add to the collection. This is why I hate Southern Comfort.

OK. That is enough from me. I hope everyone is having a slightly better weekend that is ALOT more fun than mine has been. Well, only up until I was going home this morning. Anyways, more laters.
love, shana =) '02