Just got reminded by a friend of a few new years back when I got very drunk, bold enough to flirt with a very pretty girl, who apparently as my back was turned, threw up and did the splits in her own vomit. Blissfully unaware me turned around and apparently made out with her, so I'm equal parts horrified and impressed with past me.
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