So the other night, I decided to let my hair down a bit and give into the temptation of going out for lots of some drinks and good times with friends.
The fun was out, the music was pumping and liquid was flowing.
Towards the end of the night we all decided to head out a bit early to beat the crowd and also to attempt to be somewhat responsible and get some sleep to get back to our adult lives. *insert finger twirl here*
On the way outside, we noticed a young man sitting outside the bar on the ground throwing up.
WHERE WAS THIS MAN’S FRIENDS? WHERE WERE THE BOUNCERS? THE POLICE? JESUS??
Poor drunk ass fellow was just face to concrete yakking his life away and no one was there to help him out but the sounds of Rihanna‘s voice telling him to ‘Pour it Up’. I think he’s poured enough, Ri-Ri.
This incident made me start to think of past times where I was out drinking with friends and alcohol got the best of us. Oh yes, alcohol tends to do that to you sometimes.


















