Yep...sigh. The dog was lurking waiting for bites to fall, but instead...

Much withholding of details,
Larry

I'm normal..... I hear crickets. Uh that's a creepy feeling. Hey guys, try it. Say, "I'm normal". UGH. Makes you feel like your lying to a judge. LOL.

i did some projectile vomiting on a preacher once ! he told me to throw out my sins he was gonna heal me ,sorry dude thought you said throw up my sins lol. but it was angel food cake ,lol

Oh my! Oh my! Oh my!!!

I was fine till the dog got in the way...

John,



It gets worse... If a drunk projectile vomits on the dog, what will the dog do? Run, of course...

My frat house at Penn State was very much like the film "Animal House", by the way. We had food fights and toga parties, and at the parties most everyone was tripping, stoned or drunk (or some combination of those) by 10 pm and the festivities would usually end with the die-hards at 3 am throwing beer at each other. Our cook and housemother Verna (= the female chaperon you needed when you had parties combining girls with alcohol) was an ex-madam who had been busted for running a brothel, and my roommate and I once rode his motorcycle through the house and upstairs to our room - we were looking for his girlfriend and somehow doing that made sense at the time.

I had so many fines for violations of house rules that in 1970 the house decided the obvious solution was to elect me social chairman - we almost didn't survive that year lol. One party I had whiskey sours on tap and the devastation was amazing. My dog was our mascot and he would make the rounds begging for snacks and cleaning up ashtrays and glasses of stale beer. No one ever threw up on him...he was too savvy from having beer thrown at him.

Much remembering,
Larry

Great! Now I gotta watch Animal House while Lorie is on her roadtrip.

i still feel bad
for the dog

im sure he found some other dog who was happy to clean him up!

I have nothing to add except that y'all are very entertaining right now.