Saturday night consisted of heavy drinking once again, until 3 am.
I started work @ 8am doing a 9 hour shift.
I work in a warehouse - I unload around 100,000 bottles of water a shift. And then repack them into smaller bundles. It sucks.
Now a little more information. The place is never cleaned. never. The toilets are covered in grease, oil, and god knows what else. The sinks leak, the only good thing about the place is awesome soap that removes anything!
Now, what happens after a night of whisky? The shits. Getting up even @ 6am to try and empty the ol gut was useless, as it was impossible to stand up.
10 am. Here comes the first bowl movement. I'm also still drunk. Do you have any idea how hard it is to squat over a disgusting ★■◆●-hole while you relieve yourself of a massive rhine-massed dump?
1- minutes later AFTER the dump, it's "time". I run to the bathroom, in the nic' of time, as vomit fires itself across the lavvie - right into the can. Awesome shot Haagy.
HaAGen DaZS targets the toilet for vomit destruction!
Until the second load, which came so violently, I SWEAR it came out of my ears. It was EVERYWHERE. Sides of the stall, floor, the outside of the bog, my shoes, the window infront of me and in my hair.
I considered leaving, but I'm hardcore. I survived the rest of the shift and got home, and slept for 12 hours.
i think my liver is dead.
Some of the antics from Saturday night involved a pint drinking competition, of course I ruled. Pint of miller in 20seconds, baby. Everything is pretty fluffy from there on, tho. I remember my crotch getting grabbed. I'm just hoping it wasn't an old lady or a guy.
time to let my liver revive. This summer is going to be the death of me.
i'm picturing your body whipping around the floor like an outof control high powered hose.