a drunken exchange at ihop at 2:30am
there's something so refreshing about going out drinking with high school friends:
erin: "you know, i think that thoughts, when they form in the back of your head and then they're expressed in the front of their head...the process is like plucking a chicken. you know what? i know that this isn't biologically accurate. but just pretend with me that you have neurons that transmit ideas through your head from back to front. but anyways, you have a fully feathered chicken at the beginning, and then as you build on your thoughts, you remove a few feathers at a time, until the chicken has made it to the front of your mind and it's completely plucked and on the table and ready to eat. sean, don't you dare sleep with justin because if you do i will slit your throat so badly...what was the point of me saying this?"
someone else: "erin, your chicken has no more feathers"
erin: *gets up to go vomit*
2 comments:
cool! Did you happen to then explain to your friend how throwing up induces a slight metabolic alkalosis and how her kidneys are handling the proton loss? Isn't med school wonderful?
i'm shuddering both at what you said and at the fact that i understand what you just said
hooray for bicarbonate!
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