A Drunken Night With Friends Turns Nightmare for Emetaphobic

Gil, Philip, and Brass were on the Penn State University campus Sunday night when a policeman approached them.

"We surrender!", yells Brass. He slowly and sexily pulls his pants down.

"Pull your goddam pants up, son," exclaimed the police officer.

One by one, the police officer shined a flashlight in our eyes...a special flashlight. A flashlight that had no definition. A flashlight that...Gil threw up. Philip cringed...he hated vomit, was emetaphobic. The policeman shined the flashlight in the face of Brass. He gagged as a reflex and threw up warm trimmings over his peepee. Philip had not thrown up for 13 years...since the summer of 1994. He was anxious, upset, terrified, and greatful.

The policeman then shined the light in Philip's eyes....


And Philip saw God...


No less than 22 seconds later, Philip(invulnerable to the flashlight), Brass, and Gil had escaped up the path and eventually into Gil's Toyota.

They narrowly escaped an embarrasing end.