Breadbin barf.

I once went to a rather posh party already pretty drunk. At the crowded do, I had a few more. I was dancing in the main room when I suddenly felt like I needed some air. The hallway was packed so I headed the other way and ended up in the kitchen. It wasn't too crowded and the window was open, I felt a bit better, so I had another drink. After awhile I noticed everyone had wandered back out to the dance floor. Just in time because suddenly I felt intensely sick and looked around for a way out. The halway was packed. The kitchen door was locked and the window too high up. I was desperate,then I spotted the bread bin. God, I'm ashamed to say I did it! Afterwards I felt much better and would have at least rinsed it out but now the kitchen started to fill up again. So, I just sneaked off home.

I really was pissed because on the way home I tried to lay down to sleep on a snow covered wall. Luckily someone found me, woke me up and I managed to walk the rest of the way home.

On monday, the friend who had invited me and stayed over at the party told me all the stuff I'd missed. She finnished by saying ' God, the place was a pig-sty the next day and you'll never believe it, but some animal barffed in the bread bin!!'

I was too embarresed to own up; till now!

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