When I was 12 or 13, I chewed a half a can of tobacco on a 10 block walk, I remember remarking at how I could do it and not get sick. When I got home, I technicolor yawned all over my bedroom. Literally. Never touched it again.
lmao !....when i was around 15 or 16 i got drunk as a skunk at a friends house, walked home and made it past the parents without them noticing anything....
i crashed and a few hours later(middle of the night) i woke up and was hungry.... so i ate half a jar of pickles and a package of cream cheese, lol
it took about 5 minutes and i was running back into the kitchen(bathroom was at parents end of house) trying to make it to the sink.... i didnt make it, and i spewed all over the kitchen walls, counter tops, sink, stove, you name it....... i was still drunk, and not thinking clearly of course, so i snuck off back to bed thinking it was all a bad dream......
i woke up about 10 or so the next day and mom was fuming!...all she would say is "your father is pissed about the kitchen" in a near hysterical voice..... neither one of them would talk to me for the rest of the weekend, which of course i staid home, lol
oohh, it took a week of cleaning for the smell to be totally gone(it was behind, under, and in between everything..... every time dad walked into the kitchen it was muffled grumbles followed by a smack in the back of the head
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