That's a good story.
Here's another one!
Last prairiewolf I drank(and I had a few in my days) gave me trouble and did not wanna stay down but after my stomach had attempted a couple of times to throw it up it seemed allright...thought I and in a split second it gushed out of me and over the bar. I managed to close my mouth and keep it like that just until I reached the toilet but still a load was on the bar disk. Uack. I wasn't so very drunk so when I got out from the toilet I ran into one of the guards with the "cleaning kit" and said -oh man, has someone puked? -yeah, he shortly replied. I said -Oh man, I am terribly sorry but I will clean it up for you if you promise to not get mad. -Ok He said with a confused look and I dropped the bomb on him and said again -I am terribly sorry, I am not overly drunk but I did puke at the bar after some nasty dude bought me a prairiewolf!!
The guard was very surprised but then he broke up in a big smile and replied, - Wow man, it's the first time EVER someone freely admit a barfing and appoligize and help clean up. Well, you seem to be ok and have an honest attitude so you can stay but stay off those bad drinks, ok!
After we got the bar was clean I was excused and they even let me buy more beer.
Stopping that guard was probably my only chance of not being thrown out, they'd found me soon enough and kicked me out. A totally hairless dude is easy to spot at a death metal concert!!
Tom