A doner kebab with cheese
Many years ago I was babysitting a client's computer system and eventually left the site at 4am. I was sober and very hungry. The only place open in Kettering town centre was a kebab shop, so I ordered a large doner. The kebabista asked whether I wanted cheese on it, and keen to try something new, I agreed.

Bad mistake.

I finished half of it, not really enjoying it much, but each mouthful go harder and harder to swallow. By the time I reached my hotel room, disgust had overtaken hunger in the sensation stakes and I gagged on a mouthful.

This opened the floodgates and I throw up so hard and so violently I actually burst hundreds of capillaries in my face and had to go on site the next day with cheeks looking like an alcoholic's nose.
(lardaholics anonymous, Fri 27 May 2011, 17:01, 4 replies)

Your mistake
was being in Kettering.
(Petite chien is going to do science to it, Fri 27 May 2011, 18:25, closed)

Could be worse . .
Could have been Corby
(Bitter and Twisted, Fri 27 May 2011, 20:28, closed)

Do the
trouser press, baby.
(f_rev, Sat 28 May 2011, 3:46, closed)

Touché

(Petite chien is going to do science to it, Sat 28 May 2011, 15:47, closed)