Here's a short story about girls and bodily functions at the end of a night.
Once upon a time at UMass Amherst there was a party in my ex girlfriend's dorm room. I was invited but didn't plan on showing. Then I got conned into showing up. Sure I'll have a beer. Sure, I'll have another. The party migrated to another dorm room on the same floor. Occupants of said room were cooler, way better looking, single, and I was really good friends with one of them. Yes, it was a girls room.
The one I was really good friends with was drunk. It was like 8:30 or 9pm at the earliest. She had probably 1/3 of a fifth of vodka left and told me to catch up. I promptly completed the duties I was charged with.
After maybe an hour or so more of casual drinking, a game of kings starts and she tells me to sit down next to her. I obeyed again. For those that have ever played Kings, you know that when a Queen is drawn, it means that a round of questions must be asked until someone loses it/laughs/etc. She said "Will you XXXX me?" to me. I didn't budge and kept playing the game like it was a game.
More time passes and more booze is consumed. One of her good friends leaves her with me, in my single room, for me to 'take care of her'.
Bedroom antics ensue. We are both hammered out of our minds. She starts tickling me and I repeated several times 'Stop tickling me or I'm going to puke!' Well, she didn't listen. I hopped up and made it to my trashcan in record time. I puked my brains out while she sat on the bed and watched. Boy, what a way to get to know a girl.
Then I ate a piece of gum and we did it.
The End!
So, uh, We've been together almost 3 years since that happened haha