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It's been nearly six years since we last asked about your worst vomit, so:

Tell us tales of what went in, what came out and where it all went after that.

(, Thu 7 Jan 2010, 17:02)
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I used to work in my local. It was a great job as most of my mates would come by for a chat on non-busy nights, and on weekends the barstaff were allowed to drink, just so long as they didn't take piss and get hammered.
On top of that, every now and then there would be nights, for one reason or another where we would be allowed to get royally fucked.

One of these nights happened only a couple of weeks after I started there: one of the older barstaff were leaving so the bar threw a party. Being the polite, young (18), niave new kid they all thought it would be funny to get me smashed. Which they did.

Over the evening the got me to drink many sambuccas, flatliners and God knows what else and on top of that always made sure my rum and coke was nicely topped-up.

By two o'clock I was smashed and staggered into the back bar to find a couple of the staff and regulars smoking a joint. Back in the day I was a fairly big pot-head so I drunkenly ask if I could have a took. The guy holding it laughed and asked if I could handle it, but thinking I was very cool I took it and had a huge took. "Yeah" I said.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is where my memory stops. I woke up the next morning in my house, on my puke-scented bathroom floor, with my boxer-shorts round my ankles. Bad? Well not so bad as finding a blanket on top of me and a glass of water by my side, which could have only meant my Mum had found me in that state and hastily covered it up.

To make matters worse I had to go back to the pub to work that afternoon and still shaking I wobbled up the road towards it. Along the way, starting just before my drive were puddles of vomit that led all the way to the alleyway behind the pub...

Length? About a 10 min crawl, but probably took a lot long when forced to stop to puke every 25m
(, Mon 11 Jan 2010, 23:00, 4 replies)
it's spelt toke

(, Tue 12 Jan 2010, 9:26, closed)
18?
And you used to be a fairly big pot-head? At 18 I'd like to know how you define this.
(, Tue 12 Jan 2010, 11:39, closed)
I was 18 then, not now.
Hmm... well
I started smoking pot regularly (as in at least 3 times a week) when I was 16, although I had been introduced to it and had irregularly from 13/14. My brother is 4 years older than me and I used to hang out with his friends.
By the end of my A-Levels I was smoking everyday and this only got worse on my gap-year (which was when this took place). I’m not saying this to boast (although at the time I was smug about it) but I would get through an 1/8 every other day. I would be stoned all the time. Perhaps that doesn’t count as being a pot-head, but maybe it does. Who knows, and frankly who cares.

Anyway that was nearly 10 years ago and I don’t really smoke anymore but I enjoyed it at the time.
Sorry yes, it is spelt toke. Well done.
(, Tue 12 Jan 2010, 12:04, closed)
1/8 every other day sounds like a pothead to me
don't think I smoked that much even when I was getting really stoned every day
(, Tue 12 Jan 2010, 13:42, closed)

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