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So I haven't drank in a while cuz it descends me but I did last saturday and it reminded me of this experience.
It was like a Thursday or a Tuesday or someday in the middle of the week, and my commerce class had a field trip to a sugar factory. In this class I had a friend that I've drank with before and we brewed our own mead in our closets lmao. So it was like 10% ish alcohol and I brought 4 500ml bottles of it and he brought like a litre of his own. We get on the bus and arrive at the sugar factory and split into groups to do like a park of the tour and the bro snuck into my group with another friend, then we all get together after first part for lunch and it was during this time, I pulled out the mead as well as a monster to wash it down. I let them all take a few swigs and one of the friends(the one I haven't drank with before) decides it tastes too shit and doesn't drink any more. The other friend and me split the 4 bottles like 50/50 and drink 2 each but theres like half a bottle he cant finish and I chug that too. His mead tasted like dead yeast so we put it away. Now by this point, I dont really feel much but we ride in a little carriage cart thingy to the production place of the factory and I start getting really dizzy and low inhib. Felt great tbh. Apparently I slipped and almost dropped my phone and I can kinda remember this part. We then go to this baking class part of the tour, where me and the other two make cookies. By this point I was being very loud and dropped the egg beater mixer thing twice and the two were propping me up when the teacher came around. I then get on the bus and proceed to sleep the entire way to school. We get back to school at the end of lunch and I got to go to period 5, BUT being the retarded fuck I was, I got my friend to give me his mead, I then went into the toilet and proceeded to drink it all. By now im in science class with a strict ass teacher but his sights were set on targeting one of my friends so I somehow survive the class. I was later told that I had punched my friend, bitten another friend that decided to stop being friends with me and written notes that were very illegible. I somehow make it to the last class of the day, I get in, and by now im blacked out so the rest is accounts from my friends as well as videos recorded of me. So i make it into the class, halfway through the class, I VOMIT on my workbook and I get dragged to the nurse, I then tell the nurse I am fine and vomit into a bag. They then get me to change into PE clothes and walk me out to a place to get picked up and tell me to call my parents. I did not indeed call my parents and called a random friend that i wasn't even that close with and told them he was my brother. I somehow get allowed to go home and stumble and fell onto the sidewalk grass like a few times whilst trying to do so and my friend tells me to call my dad. I, of course, do not do that. I then get a call from my dad since the school had just called him and I can't remember what I said. I then miraculously make it home and wake up at 11pm, mouth dry and lips cracked and go take the DARKEST ORANGE PISS known to man.
Now remembering how fun and braindead I was, I really wanna do that again since having thoughts and the ability to think is kinda overrated and ruins the vibe.
It was like a Thursday or a Tuesday or someday in the middle of the week, and my commerce class had a field trip to a sugar factory. In this class I had a friend that I've drank with before and we brewed our own mead in our closets lmao. So it was like 10% ish alcohol and I brought 4 500ml bottles of it and he brought like a litre of his own. We get on the bus and arrive at the sugar factory and split into groups to do like a park of the tour and the bro snuck into my group with another friend, then we all get together after first part for lunch and it was during this time, I pulled out the mead as well as a monster to wash it down. I let them all take a few swigs and one of the friends(the one I haven't drank with before) decides it tastes too shit and doesn't drink any more. The other friend and me split the 4 bottles like 50/50 and drink 2 each but theres like half a bottle he cant finish and I chug that too. His mead tasted like dead yeast so we put it away. Now by this point, I dont really feel much but we ride in a little carriage cart thingy to the production place of the factory and I start getting really dizzy and low inhib. Felt great tbh. Apparently I slipped and almost dropped my phone and I can kinda remember this part. We then go to this baking class part of the tour, where me and the other two make cookies. By this point I was being very loud and dropped the egg beater mixer thing twice and the two were propping me up when the teacher came around. I then get on the bus and proceed to sleep the entire way to school. We get back to school at the end of lunch and I got to go to period 5, BUT being the retarded fuck I was, I got my friend to give me his mead, I then went into the toilet and proceeded to drink it all. By now im in science class with a strict ass teacher but his sights were set on targeting one of my friends so I somehow survive the class. I was later told that I had punched my friend, bitten another friend that decided to stop being friends with me and written notes that were very illegible. I somehow make it to the last class of the day, I get in, and by now im blacked out so the rest is accounts from my friends as well as videos recorded of me. So i make it into the class, halfway through the class, I VOMIT on my workbook and I get dragged to the nurse, I then tell the nurse I am fine and vomit into a bag. They then get me to change into PE clothes and walk me out to a place to get picked up and tell me to call my parents. I did not indeed call my parents and called a random friend that i wasn't even that close with and told them he was my brother. I somehow get allowed to go home and stumble and fell onto the sidewalk grass like a few times whilst trying to do so and my friend tells me to call my dad. I, of course, do not do that. I then get a call from my dad since the school had just called him and I can't remember what I said. I then miraculously make it home and wake up at 11pm, mouth dry and lips cracked and go take the DARKEST ORANGE PISS known to man.
Now remembering how fun and braindead I was, I really wanna do that again since having thoughts and the ability to think is kinda overrated and ruins the vibe.
