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So about 3 hours ago my house mate necked about 3 quarters of a bottle of vodka. Then he left the house to go to some party, decided he wanted a whazz in a pub along the way. He then passed out for about 20 minutes before spewing up over himself. Much to the amusement/disgust of everyone in there. Naturally we got kicked out. He attempted to get up and decked it, almost cracking his skull on a table in the process. At this point the laughs stopped and concern kicked in. After I dragged him outside he staggered to a taxi and told the driver an address. I get in and sure enough he starts spewing again. The driver is pissed off and says we owe him £30. Upon hearing this my mate decided it would be a good idea to attempt to open the door and run, which obviously didn't happen. Instead he almost falls out in the middle of very busy traffic. The driver agrees us to take us to an address which isn't ours. He drops us off, marches me to a cash point and I give him the 30 sods. Meanwhile my housemate is laid there chucking up as a bunch of riff-raff come over and laugh at him. Eventually I persuade some good Samaritan to help me carry him down the street back to our house. He's now passed out in the corner of my room. I've managed to get him on his side and found a bowl for him to throw up in. Water is on hand as is a towel. Any other tips? I was very close to calling an ambulance, but he's not from the area and I don't think he'd forgive me if the authorities phoned his dad. But aye, I'm covered in his sick. My room is covered in his sick. He's covered head to toe in it and I'm tagging him in facebook photos and laughing my tits off at him. Also I'm naturally a little worried, but it's far too hilarious to be that worried. Unless he dies in his sleep..