...of charm and strange: the blog

There's a story in circulation at my college that people still tell as a warning against partying too hard. It was about ten years ago, I guess. They say he was down in New Orleans, for Mardis Gras, you know? He was down there to party and have a great time, but none of his friends could afford the plane ticket so he was in town by himself.

Well, then Mardis Gras is going on, you know? And the guy meets up with some stranger at a bar, and this guy seems really cool, so they stick together for the rest of the night. I guess he told him he was in town by himself for some reason or another, too. So they're out running around, drinking a lot. Shot after shot after shot, they're going insane.

So of course the guy blacks out, because he's drinking really hard all night long. And he wakes up naked in a bathtub full of ice. Not only is he hung over, but he feels this horrible pain and finds a crudely stitched-up incision on his body. Now he's really scared, because the guy he was with last night is nowhere to be found.

Right away, the guy goes to the doctor to find out what happened to him. After performing many tests and taking a bunch of x-rays, the doctor exclaims to him, "Why, there isn't a single organ left in your body -- it's completely empty in there!"

"Really?" said the guy. "That's weird."

"Yes," answered the doctor. "Perhaps next time you should think twice before partying so hard."