Drinking Drunk
It was the birthday for one of my colleagues, he invited a group of his colleagues, with some of his friends to celebrate his birthday at Double O Pub.
Hmm...it ended up with the birthday boy himself and another colleague becoming drunk.
I will never forget the image of that colleaugue, standing up holding a jug in his hand, and then fall down flat the next moment...It was like a tree being cut down! Imagine shouting the words "Timber!!!" as loggers do.
During that time, for the birthday boy, it took 4 of us guys to carry him to the toilet, where he vomited at least twice, the alcohol that he had imbibed. Anyway, his friends sent him back.
For the other drunk, it was given to me and another colleague to bring him back. But the poor chap had vomited all over his clothes and the floor. And so it was with some hesitation that we decided to bring him back.
When the taxi reached the carpark, below his block, we tried to pull him out, but he was too heavy for us. And just as we were pulling him out of the taxi, he started vomiting again!
O my goodness, half his vomit spewed into the taxi seats. Leaving his head and upper part of the body lying on the ground, we went to pull his legs (which were still in the taxi).
It was a ridiculously funny moment to handle a drunk that way, but well, both of us were truly tired, just trying to bring him the last few steps to his flat.
When I finally reached home, it was 1:30am.
Oh well...alcohol...
Hmm...it ended up with the birthday boy himself and another colleague becoming drunk.
I will never forget the image of that colleaugue, standing up holding a jug in his hand, and then fall down flat the next moment...It was like a tree being cut down! Imagine shouting the words "Timber!!!" as loggers do.
During that time, for the birthday boy, it took 4 of us guys to carry him to the toilet, where he vomited at least twice, the alcohol that he had imbibed. Anyway, his friends sent him back.
For the other drunk, it was given to me and another colleague to bring him back. But the poor chap had vomited all over his clothes and the floor. And so it was with some hesitation that we decided to bring him back.
When the taxi reached the carpark, below his block, we tried to pull him out, but he was too heavy for us. And just as we were pulling him out of the taxi, he started vomiting again!
O my goodness, half his vomit spewed into the taxi seats. Leaving his head and upper part of the body lying on the ground, we went to pull his legs (which were still in the taxi).
It was a ridiculously funny moment to handle a drunk that way, but well, both of us were truly tired, just trying to bring him the last few steps to his flat.
When I finally reached home, it was 1:30am.
Oh well...alcohol...
posted by Markus at 1:50 pm
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