Puke Bet Update #5–2:12 PM

1:40, my projected boot time, has come and gone.

HOWEVER, my earlier definition of the bet was wrong. Kevin reminded me that the winner is identified as the person who predicts the closest point of vomitage without going over. So if AnimalStyle still tosses cookies before 5 pm, I can still win. But things are not looking good.

Murder: ARE YOU OK?

AnimalStyle: im great. im able to swallow whole pieces of food.

Kevin has gone home due to summer hours, even though he stayed 30 minutes after he had to just to monitor the action. But nothing as of yet seems to phase this girl.

Somehow, AnimalStyle has managed to overcome that which would kill any normal person. She came into this morning like Hurricane Katrina with a .18 blood alcohol level. But now she’s resolving into a tepid squall that is quickly moving offshore. She might even be working right now.

What she’s doing, isn’t human. She herself, isn’t human. She is AnimalStyle.