Later that evening I realized that Maddy had been catching and eating more mice when she calmed walked up next to me and then vomited tiny spine bones. GROSS!
...Vince came around the corner with Brandon, got excited when he saw us, ran over to say hi, and then mid-hello was like "Uhhhhh ohhhhh." I knew only too well what his little groan was about and managed to get my cam out just in time to capture the tail-end of him showering the steps of a local BBQ joint with candy-laced Halloween vomit!
...BAAAAAAAAARF! I managed to catch the impact but was a few seconds too late to catch the actual vom-stream coming out of her mouth. (I guess I'm slipping!).
That little puddle you see isn't puke, it's actually just saliva (ok, maybe a little puke). This kid was putting his whole frigging hand down his throat and nothing was coming up. If he ever decides to give up his career as a binge drinker, there's clearly a place for him in gay porn.
When I went outside to look for Vin, I ran into these two guys (I forget their names, but I have an email from him somewhere that I can dig up and I'll put them in there when I find it). The guy on the right was really drunk and said that he needed to throw up, but couldn't. I suggested he try putting his fingers down his throat and "pull his trigger." He was like "Ok, I'll try it. Get your camera ready." (Like I needed to be told, right?)
This photo is a perfect metaphor for what Lit's like sometimes: A turd on the edge of the toilet seat of your otherwise perfect night. (Hmmm...maybe this comparison would make more sense if the toilet wasn't also filled with vomit. Gross).
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