So my best friend and roommate, Ben, went to Barrister's Ball thrown by his law school tonight. He went with a buddy of ours, Jim. They were both expecting to get completely wasted, so I told them not to worry about driving home, I would pick them up and give them a ride.

So they get in my truck. And we start heading home. About half way there, Jim sticks his head out the window and hurls. This first spew goes all over the road and other cars. All subsequent hurls go on the door..then spills both outside and in.

After getting home, Ben and I spend an hour cleaning up vomit and doing our best to get the smell out. Afterwards, we get Jim some clothes and tell him get a shower. I gave him some boxers and shorts. Ben gave him a shirt. Once he got out of the shower, Ben and I hear him banging around a bit. He said he was getting on the clothes and we figure it for typical drunken dressing. When Jim walks around the corner, Ben and I start cracking up.

Jim walk out with one leg in a sleeve and the neck of the shirt around his waist. It took a good five minutes to get him to understand that he had a shirt on as pants!