Spent a drunk college evening getting to know a young lady better. Schit was ripe, but at that point I really didn’t care. Had to work the next day in the field. Super hot summertime, hung over, and dehydrated. I’d work for a while, and puke for a while, and work, and puke. After a little bit one of the guys I was working with was laughing and asked what my problem was. All I could really tell him is I got into some gamey puzzy and I couldn’t get it washed off. I’d get a whiff and and it was time to see what I ate recently. Wasn’t as bad the second time around, though.
