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Well it was Christmas once again and myself and the misses decided to have a few friends over. Several of them brought red wine and being a sucker for it I just had to try them all. Around midnight this revealed itself to be a bad idea. I managed to make it to the bathroom but barely. Into the sink it went. While I was trying to clean that up, up some more came. Hand over mouth; spurting in all directions I made it to the tub that time. More cleaning, more chucking (into the toilet now). All over my clothes so I took them off. My wife was banging on the door wanting to know what was going on - as if she could not hear. I looked around and it looked like someone had slaughtered a cow. There was red wine gunk everywhere you looked. I had the good sense left not to let her in. More cleaning - tired - sleep on floor for awhile. Finally got it all cleaned up, gave my teeth a well deserved brushing then to bed. "Don't puke on me!" was all I heard as I drifted off to sleep with visions of sugar plumbs dancing in my head.
Merry Christmas
Signed Jerry
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