THE FINAL BOSS OF THE VOMIT REALM IS SOME BEHEMOTH WHO CAN ONLY BE DEFEATED BY DROWNING HER IN HER OWN VOMIT. I DON’T KNOW WHY SHE IS A GIRL, MAYBE SHE IS FROM MY PAST.
The other night I went for a little jaunt around the house and for some reason everything smelled like vomit. I guessed I’d entered into the mystical vomit realm and the sole purpose of my existence, up to this point, had been to prepare for the vomit trials.
This all sounded fairly realistic to me. The vomit trials will be disgusting and grueling but I think, in the end, I will triumph and come away with some pretty nice character attributes like not asking, “Do you want to have a vomit party tonight?” To stairwell at large when I really only meant to ask Charlie, James and T’Nealle but instead some chick by the name of Jayme is looking at me like you are some fucking creep loser and I can’t figure out why she is making that face.
Go on, whine about it.