/ck/ - Food & Cooking

> Mostly 420'd in high school
> Only drank heavily a few times
> Flash forward to first year of college
> One day I'm sitting around in my dorm's living room
> It's around midnight on a weekday
> Girlfriend is asleep in the bedroom
> Bored as fuck
> Put really shitty cam copy of The Man with the Iron Fists on
> Movie is pretty bad
> Remember I had a full bottle of Tennessee Honey in the fridge (that shit was still pretty new and exciting)
> Decide to spice things up by drinking every time someone got killed
> Terrible fucking idea
> After a quick 6 shots, game becomes "drink and yell Batista every time you see Dave Batista on the screen"
> Dave and I spend the rest of the night together working through the bottle
> "BATISTA!!!!"
> swig
> "BATISTAAAA!"
> swig
> Movie ends and I've lost all sense of my body and mind
> Rolling around on the floor
> "b...b....batista"
> Crawl to bathroom
> "carry mee, dave"
> Vomit all over the bathroom floor
> Smell of alcohol in vomit makes me vomit more
> Girlfriend knocks on door, yells something about me being okay
> Summon all remaining sobriety to spit out "I have diarrhea"
> "IDhadhreeaaaa"
> Hear her walk away
> Close one, Dave
> Wake up on the floor a few hours later
> Clean as much as I can
> Shower and crawl into bed
> Girlfriend asks me how much I drank the next morning
> Engage panicked embarrassment
> About to tell her when my eyes catch a lightly-tanned object in the window behind her
> It's Batista
> Finger over his lips
> Winks at me
> Look at girlfriend and laugh
> Thanks Dave