Saturday, December 27, 2008

A. Louie Ray 023


For dinner last night I consumed two servings of Momma V's famously unforgiving chicken enchiladas, half a bag of Cheez-It party mix, two glasses of vodka/cranberry juice, and four Sam Adam's Cherry Wheat beers. This unintelligable combination no doubt led to the commonly described vomit burp I experienced at 4 a.m. today. Nothing starts the day out smashingly like chocking back down the angry, smoldering contents of one's stomach. In the end I feel fortunate that the Missus is completely unaware that I almost puked in her bed for no apparent reason.

Learn from my mistakes, people. Combining these food stuffs is a recipie for fucking disaster.

Vomit burps are gross, dude.


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