Sausage beast? Only after a Khyber kebab...
I am one of the frequently mentioned people that takes a lot more alcohol to knock down than most people, which has meant I have had front row seats for many hilarious incidents involving my mates and their small stomachs.

The best time (that I can remember) was when we were having a house party at a really posh house that belonged to my friend's step-dad. We were all about 16 or 17 and decided to dabble in the mysterious world of super-strength lager. I must have brought about 25 tins of spesh, and many more people had various alco-pops and other sugary monstrosities. My friend (let's call him Jake) has had a reputation for being a lightweight, so naturally, many people were challenging him to drinking contests. He must have downed about 7 or 8 tins of lager and a few alcopops when he decided that he was feeling a "bit ill". He frantically searched for something to hold the vomit which was inevitably going to make an appearance, but could find nothing. So he ran over to the concert-sized grand piano in my friends house and heaved away into that, before passing out underneath it. This in itself was a capital offence, but when we saw the volume and consistency of his bile (it was like treacle and smelled like death) we knew that it would go down in the annals of history. Needless to say, when the step-dad found out, we were never allowwed back round. Shame really, because it was a wonderful little venue...
(shady_dave, Tue 24 Aug 2004, 18:24, Reply)