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Originally Posted by ptlyon
Bet they were
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You'd think so, but as it turned out, they came up the other way fairly easily.
Then I took my pants off and passed out in the yard. I eventually made it inside I guess because next think I know the dogs are barking (who I forgot to let out of the their kennel) because the garage door is going up.
My wife who worked nights at the time is getting home from a 10 as a floor nurse.
"Okay, I can fix this!"
Grabs shirt, runs into the mud-room that's right inside the garage. Throws puke covered shirt into washing machine (does not occur to him that he has no pants on) and then....stares at the washing machine like a cow staring at a new gate.
The door opens and my wife walks in with my puke covered pants and sees me staring blankly at the washing machine with a puke shirt in it. "GO DOWNSTAIRS!"
I went to the basement and slept until about 2 in the afternoon.
I was in a bit of trouble that weekend.