Tenth Musee

I came across this photo yesterday on Just One Bite (NOT work safe!) and while initially I laughed, I thought, “Damn! Couldn’t that daft cow next to her have pulled down the poor girl’s skirt, for cripes sake!?” Everyone is just standing around smiling and laughing.  Dude, I tell women when they’ve got toilet paper stuck to their shoe, I think I would probably at least help protect this drunkard’s coochie from the elements.

Ali and I were talking about it when she called to tell me that on People’s Court, a limo company was sueing a girl for puking in the limo during her bachelorette party.  She was so embarrassed, but hey, it’s her job to get wasted during her bachelorette party.  I just can’t believe the limo company was so lame to sue for that—for a few grand!  But, apparently, the big hooha was that she horked while she was trying to stick her head out the window, she didn’t make it and she did it inside the door panel.  Which, of course, made me laugh because I know a couple people that’s happened to. At the time, it wasn’t so funny, but it is now, years later.

We decided the moral of the story is if you’re going to puke, just do it right in the limo.  Carpet cleaning is cheaper than door removal and sterilization.  I said I’d have just puked in the ice bucket or something. They should just have a designated yak container for nights like that, you know? Like the Bachelorette Barf Bucket or something.  Like barf bags on airplanes. Though, barf bags on airplaines… who the hell are they fooling?

Those stupid little things?  If you’ve eaten anything larger than a tic tac in the last 36 hours, that little baggie isn’t going to hold shit.  You might as well puke in a dixie cup.  Besides, I don’t know that I could just be all dainty about it like that. If I’m so sick that I’m too out of control to make it to the bathroom… to the point that I have to vomit inches from a complete stranger, Joe Stranger is getting a lap full of cocktail peanuts.  Sorry, dude.