You: Late 40's, Black, possibly homeless and I'm guessing functionaly retarded. Me: hungover at noon on a sunday waiting for my friend to buy a bucket of fruit punch from Taco Bell(no shit; the effing thing had a handle)
Just wanted to say thanks for vomiting in my general direction. I had just enjoyed a night of drinking whiskey and eating gas station fried chicken, potted meat, a pickled egg and some sausage in which the second ingredient was beef lips. Your technique was noteworthy. No sound, no retch, not even a head tilt. Just a cascade of bright orange vomit that smelled like boo. I want to put your face on a button. Can we talk?