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[QUOTE="Dave_Maggot:866442"]i figure this story would come out eventually. And in retrospect i find it pretty fucking funny. so here it goes. oh, caution! you might laugh, you might cry, you might throw up. So at the beginning of december i went to a birthday party, and completely blacked out. i've been told stories of my actions at said party, by sober members of composted. but i kept flashing in and out of consciousness. i guess i got home around 4:30am, the next morning. i procceeded to have a very vivid dream of shitting all over the place, and being covered in it. all over my hands, face, etc. it was the most fucked up thing i could imagine ever happening. then at 8am i woke up. this was no dream. i had taken a shit in/on the hamper in my room. and on the floor. it was all over my hands, my face, my bed. i jumped out of bed. started freaking out. i closed my door and ran to the shower. i scrubbed and scrubbed but still felt dirty. i ran into my room, cleaned like mad. wasting bottles and bottles of cleaning product. until my hands were bleached. i had to wash everything on my bed. all my clean laundry was sitting out. and it suffered dearly. i felt dirty for the rest of the day. and then i went to see punisher: warzone. it took days for my room to smell normal again. at the time i was horrified. but actually verbalizing it made it hilarious to me. i dont drink as much anymore. haha.[/QUOTE]
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