Normally, we love date-from-hell stories, but there's something about the Exorcist-like tale told by "justinmartinez" at Superbeast Creative that -- if it is true -- smacks us the wrong way.
8:30 PM - Im sitting in my living room and she comes out of the bathroom. Covering herself with a blanket and still full of puke. She lays on my couch, grabs her phone, and begins calling her friends like nothing has happened.
8:40 PM - She is starting to pass out. I ask if she needs a ride somewhere or if someone is coming to get her. She says a friend is coming to get her. She then completely passes out on my couch.
Dude, count yourself lucky that you've never heretofore had to deal with anyone who's just done heroin -- and count yourself double lucky that this chick (who clearly has a problem and should be directed somewhere safe ASAP) didn't OD in your bed.