Yes, folks... the great Slammerai has fallen.
or at least
the night of the party he did. Right into a chair and his head into a
plastic garbage can draining all the contents of his befouled stomach.
Yup, our resident drunkard extraordinarine had wussed out early right
in the middle of all the melee happening on the Shot Block.
Not to say that this happens all that often, but Slam had indeed earned
his title so decisively this night. Charging at the Shot Block like it
was a child's toy had proven to be an ill advised game plan for lasting
the entire night. Most drunkards hit the Block and retreated before returning
for more, but Slam. Slamerai was on a one man mission to empty every bottle
down the icy luge and live to tell about it, but unfortunately his liver
and brain cells had other plans. Which included a short puke session and
many hours of antagonizing sickness that was bestowed upon this Shot Knight...
haha!
| Slamerai
began the night chugging keg beer through the boot hole of Das Boot. He successfully made 'the turn' and drank many a glasses of beer before venturing into Shot Block land. But before he was to return to Das Boot, Slam has run into a slight bit of bad luck known only as shitfaced-ness. Usually people will pass out or go home for said sickness, but Slamerai had unfortunately found a nice seat to lounge in and made friends with the blue garbage can rather quickly. Although not much of his dinner actually made it into the can, a few chunks did. |
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About
2:30 a.m. Slam began his journey into the sickness realm and it
went from bad to worse as his eventual lounging slowly began to
transform into a sickened slumping of sorts. What he probably though
was only going to be a short puke session turned into an all out
porcelain god ritual that we have all encountered at one time or
another. |
2:49
a.m. |
3:25
a.m. |
6:16
a.m. |
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Slamerai
passes out over the can with hood intact to protect his throbbing
skull from the wintry weather outside. |
Slamerai
begins shivering and blankets were thrown on him to keep his anus
from sticking to the chair when he woke up |
Slam
gets escorted onto the couch to keep from becoming a Slam-pop
outside |
So, an unpleasant experience for Slamerai can be a drinking lesson to lesser men. Pace yourself unless you really enjoy passing out and getting sick in the middle of the party and people wondering if you're actually going to still be alive at the end of the night. As for Slamerai, good job buddy! at least one person had a really, really good time for half the party.. haha!
you wuss!!!!!