Sure would. I would be worried if you would do any gay shyt. Dude coming up to me talking about,”let me buy you a drink”. Hell no, I don’t want to wake up tied up in Hotel ZaZa, eyes rolled over from being stone cold blacked out and darker than a Houston neighborhood after a hurricane with me not remembering a damn thing except the Cosby Cocktail you handed me with a grin on your face.
You damn right I’d vomit. I’d vomit all of your rape kit chemicals right out my gut like a college freshman that needs their stomach pumped from alcohol poisoning you dirty ass mother fukker.