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its the pukers responsibility to clean it.
but i've shrugged off that responsibility twice. first time i was coming back from santa monica, drank tons of Popo 5 (Popov) vodka at the beach, we were coming back in my friends suburban, i don't really remember much of the ride except that i remember seeing buildings by my campus and sticking my head out the window and hurling. It got all over the side of the car. when i got back home my roomate and I went into our dorm room and we both had our own trash cans and were hurling into them. it was a good bonding moment.
luckly one of my other friends went to the bathroom and got tons of paper towels and cleaned off the vomit from the side of the car.
the second time i was coming back from santa monica again this time from some bar. I was in the back of my friends aviator and i dont remember leaving the bar. I just remember driving down the 10, my friend and her boyfriend in the front seat arguing about something, and then i just stuck my head out the window and yacked all out the side of the car again.
this time i got a bunch of the vomit on the side of my shirt. i came home stumbled around and made a fool of myself for awhile, then went upstairs, threw my clothes in the sink and passed out on my bed.
the vomit was never cleaned off the side of my friends car and i think there is still a film of it on the side of her car too this day.
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