Waiting in line for the bathroom at the disco, I noticed three girls pounding on the door of one of the stalls, and periodically feeding wads of paper towels in through the crack. It was then that I heard the retching noises and the hacking that can only accompany a bout of alcohol-induced vomiting.
When the girl finally emerged from the bathroom stall, her friends asked her why she was throwing up.
"Zuviel Vodka," she replied with a wicked grin. Then she washed her hands and walked out of the bathroom, ready to do it all again.
I feel bad for her liver.
