we were getting pissed and high, playing fifa and what have you and he was really going for it, booze wise.
he nailed 3, yes 3 bottles of wine, a quarter bottle of rum and shared 4 heavy spliffs in the space of a few hours.
one minute he was ok - the next…he did this bubble mouth noise thing, legged it out the back door and puked on the fence. right outside the door.
told him I’d let this one slide, as i’m not a jerk, but next time this happened, I’d assume he was just being a disrespectful cunt and would probably just smack him in the chops.
thing is - the toilet is the same distance as the place where he puked. his decision to puke outside puzzled me, I can tell ya.
took me about 30 minutes cleaning it up the next day - in the BOILING SUN and hungover to fuck. lumpy as fuck, wasn’t it. YUK!
another thing is…and here is the kicker. he didn’t even acknowledge it the next day when we played tennis. made some comment about going hard that night, but nowt about the pile of sick. WEIRD
this ain’t golf, man