I'm about to be down for the count after bar crawling in Norfolk, but my friend/roommate is definitely trashed after puking up 7/11 taciqutoes he had 6 hours ago. It was tough enough carrying a guy much more heavier than me, definitely tougher jumping in a cab and convincing the cabbie that my friend only projectile vomited all over his shirt and not the cab and slipping him an extra 20, and the most harrowing experience carrying him through the street and up the driveway into the house while fighting me and when inside he puked up the remaining taciquotes all over his brand new white furniture. Now I'm sitting here naked on the couch because my nice new velvet suit and all the undergarments I wore are drenched in his puke as I watch the dog licking the vomit soaked furniture.

Happy New Years! How did yours go?