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One time in high school, my parents were gone, so obviously, it was my duty to throw the party. One of my rather inexperienced friends (drinking-wise) got loaded, and a few of my other friends got him convinced that he was about to die from alcohol poisoning and the only way to save him was to make him puke. The sure way to this, they told him was to lace a beer with mustard, and have him drink it "for his own good". They went into the kitchen and poured out the beer and pissed in it. He had a sip and it had the effect they promised it would. All this time I was trying to nail some chick and I had no idea what was going on, but very late in the evening, the victim wanted to drive home and because I was fairly sober, I was asked to follow him home. Now, I'm a decent driver, and at that time, I had a f*cking mustang; but in the space of a mile, his taillights get like two miles away from me. But then I see headlights, and then taillights, and then finally headlights. By the time I got up to the car he was stumbling around in the snow-filled ditch his car was mired in and he decided to do the right thing and stay overnight at my house. I didn't find out until a couple weeks later what those guys did to him and I was disgusted... What can I say, all my friends are assholes; but then, we can smell our own!!
Signed Greg
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