When I was 17, a friend of mine and I brought a couple of girls out on a double date. By double date, I mean getting some beer at a 7-11 and taking them off to an abandoned lace mill to hang out. My friend and I go to pay some guys that were getting us the beer and start heading back to the girls. Some guy is there talking to them and I see that the one with me is getting agitated. I hurry up to see what's going on, and this guy starts with "In the name of JC I loose the spirit of satan over you...etc"
And this girls starts FREAKING OUT - flailing, screaming "F*CK YOU G*D," throwing up, the works. Eventually, she passes out. My friend, his girl and I are nervously glancing at each other like "holy shit, this bitch is fucking
crazy..."
I ask "what do we do now?" and my pal goes "she's with you, dude - we'll be at the lace mill" and they fuck off with the beer.
So here I am stuck holding the bag. I found a stick and kind of poked her (as gently as you can with a stick) to wake her up, took her home and went about finding another girlfriend.
Here was the look on my face the entire way back to her house:
