Speaking about passing out, that reminds me: I pissed off a bunch of drunk women last night at the club.
Me and my friends are sitting at a table talking, and right across from me at the next table is a group of women, and one of them is laying face-down on the table. She wasn't on her cheek or anything - I mean nose squished on wood - and her friends were just conversing like everything was normal and ignoring her. I point over and say to my friends, "Um, is that chick dead? They should really move her or something - isn't that how Keith Moon died?" My friends look over and the women heard me and saw all of us looking at them. They get the girl up and they leave, but not before throwing a "
You" my way. I replied with, "Hey, I'm not the one with a dead friend!"
Yeah, it was one of those nights...
Me and my friends are sitting at a table talking, and right across from me at the next table is a group of women, and one of them is laying face-down on the table. She wasn't on her cheek or anything - I mean nose squished on wood - and her friends were just conversing like everything was normal and ignoring her. I point over and say to my friends, "Um, is that chick dead? They should really move her or something - isn't that how Keith Moon died?" My friends look over and the women heard me and saw all of us looking at them. They get the girl up and they leave, but not before throwing a "

Yeah, it was one of those nights...