Blowing Chunks
Three women go out to the bar and really tie one on. The following morning they run into each other at work. The first says, "Wow, I got so drunk last night that I was running around the bar with out my top on."
The second says, "That isn't nothing. When I got home I couldn't get the room to stop spinning and I fell down the stairs."
The third says, "That isn't nothing. When I got home I blew chunks."
The other two say, "That isn't so bad."
The third says, "You don't understand, Chunks is my dog!"
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