don't you love it when you friends come over to play poker. you set up the game and before the it even starts, someone throws up in the lounge almost all over the table. then they just sit there next to the pool, which is all on the couch too. then because he is so fucked, you have to pick his ass up and relocate it outside to prevent anymore visits from his friends in his gut. the only thing available at the time to make everyone feel better, is everyone giving his passing out corpse shit for throwing up. also allot of screaming in his ear trying to wake him up, always a fun game. buy the way, this isn't a new thing to "chucky" i shall call him, its more like a weekly fad. its happened at three other houses, weekly, and when we've gone out to the pub, on my freaking hand!. which resulted in 5 people carring his potential cadaver home. when we got there he woke up, horar... so he's not too popular amongst our little group of friends. so we still had to play poker, it was set up, lots of cigeretts to mask the smell. oh what a fun evening then the next day, he doesn't fucking rember throwing up!!!. then starts talking about the cosmose and other random toppics and blames the people in his head saying "they all kept throwing up on me, it was them". amazing.