i had to look up the word "shomit" for this post.
anyone will be your friend when its 2 a.m. on a friday and youre buying shots at the bar; it takes a-whole-nother type of person to pack you in her car and drive you 30 minutes out of her way while your head is in a bag, and your threatening to shomit in her car.* not to mention the friends who rode shotgun, just because listening to someone dry heave is such a fun experience. thanks ladies, and thanks baltimore (whose response to my threats of vomiting was "eh. my car has seen worse.")
* let the record show this was not actually a drinking related illness, but rather some sort of mutant flesh-eating-stomach-virus-dehydration-bacteria brought on by bellydancing.
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