I mean, could you have guessed that after having the good idea to hold a beer bong contest where round one (one beer) was swiftly followed by round two (two beers) and then round three (three beers) after which contestant number one immediately puked all six beers and the contents of his stomach and maybe a little chunk of his small intestine that floated up in the effervescence from the cans of Modelo injected into his system through a funnel and a hose? I wasn't watching the spectacle (as you can see from my picture, there wasn't a whole lot of visibility anyway) until the last round when I watched the poor man who was about to experience the wrath of a body forced to drink nine cups of liquid in what boils down to just a few minutes in front of a large crowd of spectators. His eyes bulged like Large Marge, I kid you not. Actually, puking was probably the better option. If his eyeballs had popped out of his face and beer gushed out of his eye sockets, could I say that I would have been surprised? Hardly.
Some things, as awful as they are, need sharing. One time on Ashika's recommendation I watched a movie called The Piano Teacher and felt so ill and mentally disturbed that I literally needed to watch hours of Seinfeld or something in order to cleanse my brain and be able to function normally again. John introduced me to a subculture he stumbled upon yesterday whose youtube videos have a similar effect on me as this movie. For your own emotional safety, this "YOU smell it" comes in two parts.
Part one is to watch this stealth ninja cat video many times in a row. It is cute enough to almost barf, but seriously it will help with part two.
Part two: proceed with caution. These videos are not violent, lewd, pornographic or inappropriate in anyway, but they might as well be. They are creepy as hell. The more I've seen, the creepier they get and now it almost makes me want to vomit.
When that vomitous feeling comes, just watch the cat video again and try to forget the creepy shoe guy, though it may have already scarred you, also, for life. Why, why, why? I recently wanted to see that horror movie "A Haunting in Connecticut" but no longer have the need. I can just watch this guy's movies back to back, follow the threads to related videos and be literally unable to sleep soundly for weeks straight.
I mean, could you have guessed that after having the good idea to hold a beer bong contest where round one (one beer) was swiftly followed by round two (two beers) and then round three (three beers) after which contestant number one immediately puked all six beers and the contents of his stomach and maybe a little chunk of his small intestine that floated up in the effervescence from the cans of Modelo injected into his system through a funnel and a hose? I wasn't watching the spectacle (as you can see from my picture, there wasn't a whole lot of visibility anyway) until the last round when I watched the poor man who was about to experience the wrath of a body forced to drink nine cups of liquid in what boils down to just a few minutes in front of a large crowd of spectators. His eyes bulged like Large Marge, I kid you not. Actually, puking was probably the better option. If his eyeballs had popped out of his face and beer gushed out of his eye sockets, could I say that I would have been surprised? Hardly.
