Last meal...
oneinthepink's post (http://www.b3ta.com/questions/vomit2/post608584) has reminded me...

Late one night and after a couple of shandies I was busy calling Huey on the Great White Telephone. It was quite an animated call with both my nostrils and mouth take a full and proper part in proceedings.
Call over and feeling refreshed I pick a small piece of my last meal from my top lip.

My last meal was spaghetti. I can still remember the feeling of a full piece of said spaghetti being drawn through my nose and up from the back of my throat like some sort of slimey Italian neck floss.

But whats a man to do? Sat in the dim light, sweating and shivering in front of a bile covered toilet, I held aloft my prize, my trembling hand causing it to shake and dance oh so seductively.

I remembered to chew properly this time. Then I was sick.
( TheMattInAHat has a particular... odour..., Fri 8 Jan 2010, 19:50, Reply)