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My sister and I have some of the oddest conversations. Usually it is funny to just us.
She told me about how she used to do these casino parties in the 80's. She delt black jack. Three years in a row she worked the LaBare Xmas party and delt black jack to a buch of overtanned, coked up male strippers and their female counterparts. One Xmas, she is in the restroom and Shreiky, Squealy, and Squawky the Strippers come in. Shrieky says, "Oh...oh...oh my god, I think I am gonna throw up. Someone hold my hair!" She unloads into the pot and then stands up, and says, "Do I look like I just threw up."
Interestingly, when you have enough cocain in your system, the barfy backsplash from the toilet leaves little powdery specks in your hair and eyelashes. Lucky for her, Squealy noticed and pointed that out to her.
Shrieky then begins to pick it all off and licks it off her fingers to recycle her high, being all eco-sensitive.
Not really. Well, it could have happened, but my sister walked out, so we'll never know, but that is the ending I like for the story. She did get a look on her face that said, "Oh my god I am wasting all this coke" which is why my sister left before the Trainspotting scene started.
I thought about this story. I do not recall ever having thrown up and not being able to hold my own hair out of the way of the backsplash. Then again, I am not one to throw up because I am trashed.
I remembered that in high school, I had a friend, Deedra who had a tiny shrimp friend and they filled their weekends getting coked up and popping X like the birth control pills they should have been taking. Angie took some X and then shorty threw up. She couldn't bear the thought of losing any of her precious X, so she licked the remainder off her lips. *shudders*
Fini said, "That would be the equivilant of us barfing up the last twinkie (actually hushpuppies or carmel eggs for me. I do not care for Twinkies) and then diving back in for it. Wouldn't happen."
Although we may abuse junk food, we are not dependant upon it, and even if the twinkie came out of our butts unsoiled dry pristine and hovering above the water in the bowl like the Virgin De Guadelupe Twinkie, we would not try to find a way to get it back in us. Call every Mexican in Houston and charge a small fee, yes...but reconsume, no. And that is what makes us better than dried up, fake boobied, coked out whores.
At least we have that.
She told me about how she used to do these casino parties in the 80's. She delt black jack. Three years in a row she worked the LaBare Xmas party and delt black jack to a buch of overtanned, coked up male strippers and their female counterparts. One Xmas, she is in the restroom and Shreiky, Squealy, and Squawky the Strippers come in. Shrieky says, "Oh...oh...oh my god, I think I am gonna throw up. Someone hold my hair!" She unloads into the pot and then stands up, and says, "Do I look like I just threw up."
Interestingly, when you have enough cocain in your system, the barfy backsplash from the toilet leaves little powdery specks in your hair and eyelashes. Lucky for her, Squealy noticed and pointed that out to her.
Shrieky then begins to pick it all off and licks it off her fingers to recycle her high, being all eco-sensitive.
Not really. Well, it could have happened, but my sister walked out, so we'll never know, but that is the ending I like for the story. She did get a look on her face that said, "Oh my god I am wasting all this coke" which is why my sister left before the Trainspotting scene started.
I thought about this story. I do not recall ever having thrown up and not being able to hold my own hair out of the way of the backsplash. Then again, I am not one to throw up because I am trashed.
I remembered that in high school, I had a friend, Deedra who had a tiny shrimp friend and they filled their weekends getting coked up and popping X like the birth control pills they should have been taking. Angie took some X and then shorty threw up. She couldn't bear the thought of losing any of her precious X, so she licked the remainder off her lips. *shudders*
Fini said, "That would be the equivilant of us barfing up the last twinkie (actually hushpuppies or carmel eggs for me. I do not care for Twinkies) and then diving back in for it. Wouldn't happen."
Although we may abuse junk food, we are not dependant upon it, and even if the twinkie came out of our butts unsoiled dry pristine and hovering above the water in the bowl like the Virgin De Guadelupe Twinkie, we would not try to find a way to get it back in us. Call every Mexican in Houston and charge a small fee, yes...but reconsume, no. And that is what makes us better than dried up, fake boobied, coked out whores.
At least we have that.