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Well here's a story of about what happened like say thirty minutes ago.
Since about say six months ago, my brother and his friends have been trying to get me to drink with them. I usually declined the offer and such. Just drinking either SoBe, Iced Tea's (Lipton and such) or Chai Tea.
So here goes. Down the hatch and into the belly. Well there's more to that then it is. So my brother and his friend Mark, are at the usual drinking beers (Coors light) and playing darts. My brother offers a beer. I'm like to hell with it, and get one.
Here's where the story begins. My first sip, it's not too bad, it kinda tastes like water. I say that it does and my brother and Mark start busting up in laughter; yes I am related to my brother, he always says that everything tastes like water.
Ok so it's going fine, until about half way through it. This is where my stomach starts turning, so I go into the fridge and get my plate of Chinese food. The beer is starting to taste gross and all, so I chase every sip down with a bite or two of chinese food. Yummy, at least the taste doesn't bother me anymore. So I'm sitting there at the table and such, my mom comes out of her room, talking on the phone. Yay now she knows I'm drinking a beer, well she knew I was gonna drink one day, she even said I'd be able to drink with my brother and his friends. Just that I won't be able to go to a bar seeing as I'm only 19.
Ok as I'm nearing the end of the beer, my stomach is still turning , the food isn't doing much of anything for the taste anymore. So I go to grab one of my Lipton Green Tea's, gulp the last of the beer, and chase it down with the refreshing tea.
Yay hows that for a story. Oh wait it's still not over.
So then afterwards, I kinda feel a little sick to my stomach; duh, I just drank a beer. So I'm in the kitchen, in front of the sink, and then I puke out just about everything I just ate.
Well I can officially say I drank a beer. Just never again will I drink a beer, it's hard liquor all the way. The yeast in the beer was probably the root of my stomach turnings and such.
Thus ending my story.
Comment dammit. mad heart
 Scratch and Sniff · Fri Jan 13, 2006 @ 05:43am · 8 Comments |
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