The plan was to get Gerald pissed drunk. It started off nicely. We had Mexican food which is great for puking, all colourful and noxiously odorous. I got the pink shots of Sex Of The Beach all ordered and ready. He picked a number - 5 - and consumed about that number (we stopped counting after a while). Soon he was saying things like "I cannot drink one", "I really can't drink one" yada yada. Gerald, ex-Air Force, not able to down a few sissy shots? No way Jose. Well we could have been wrong because our friend made it to the nearby drain and began coughing and spitting. Nope, that didn't get our approval. So Jorida ordered the most interesting drinks on the Wala menu - a Slippery Nipple, a Silver Bullet and a Quickf**k. Ok, we sort of spiced things up. He hesitantly downed each shot and proceeded to make more noises at the long gap in the ground. Still no spillage.This went on for a while. His poor gf was standing by him with a glass of water. We got bored and sat down to entertain ourselves. Some time later, Gerald made it to the table and leaned back in unconsciousness. Sleep. Yawn for the rest of us.
I keep thinking he faked it. Hmmm. Should have started off with a brewski to tip the tummy off the edge. Lesson learned.
Anyway, congratulations on the big move man.
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