10.20.2002

Every time a friend passes out from too much drinking and not enough sleep I must do something about it, I just can't help myself, it's my duty as defender of drunks and purveyor of evil deeds. Basically it's in my blood.



I made spit balls of kleenex and water and tossed them with all the accuracy that only a drunk person can muster up, missing each and every time. My friend tired of watching my botched attempts, took a nice wet one and launched it at a high velocity hitting the eye socket with a good wet splat, sending water dripping down the face of the passed out prisoner. The noise had been so perfect and clear, and as the target remained dormant and motionless more laughter built up until the victim finally woke up wondering why everyone was incapacitated on the floor in fits of laughter and what was on their face?

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