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1 Bottle, 2 Bottle, 3 Bottle, Floor!

So I'm sitting there doing my calculus. Rather, Ardant's calculus. Because he forced me to do it. Not my fault. When you're a stuffed penguin, you pretty much do everything your owner says. Then again, I feel like I'm doing him a favour, now that he's busy with midterms and all.

But he comes home with about a dozen or so people I've never seen before. They're loud, talking excitedly, and laughing amongst themselves. This can really only mean one thing...

Ardant: Midterms are over -- Hey Pengie, want to join us?

Me: (trying desperately to get out of calculus) Sure! Where at?

And so some of them got out some alcohol, and I decided that it would be interesting for me to try. Someone offers me a small bottle of Smirnoff Ice. I take a sip. I nearly gag. And so much to the delight of those around me, I down an entire bottle.

And another. And another (although with a bathroom trip in between -- us stuffed penguins have small bladders). Until it dawned on me.

Someone: Hey, Pengie, haven't you drank twice your weight in alcohol?

Atleast the hangover wasn't too bad.

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[ October 31st 2001 02:22 | 0 responses | Add Comments ]