

once i had a baffs with mrs.fiend and got bubblebath in my mouf and done a sicks all in the waterz :( *true fact* have you done anything of such sorts before, because im very proud

But, thank fuck, I was on my own at the time. Although my flatmate did subsequently ask what'd happened to the bathmat thingy.
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There was a place that did drugs testing that went by the name of Pharmchem. They had a party. There were drugs. I went out to my car with some gorgeous babe to smoek a joint. I puked out my window. End of night.
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which makes it hard for me to understand why people can use it as an anti-emetic. But, horses for courses.
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which involved drinking 64 ounces of Powerade with laxative mixed in. I soon found myself unable to leave the toilet, when my stomach decided it had dealt with the mixture long enough, and rejected what remained inside. I couldn't throw off the ballast in the toilet, tub, or sink, so I had to just lean over and let fly. I made a perfect hit on the towel I had on the floor as a bathmat. Saved a lot of cleanup time, and the green color washed out surprisingly well.
Did you like that? It's not even my best puke story.
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Did you like that? It's not even my best puke story.

This is what I consider my best, your mileage may vary. In any case, it's my favorite.
I was 14 years old, and one night I suddenly took sick and ran into the bathroom to empty my stomach. I was just about done, and with one last mighty retch...my retainer fell out of my mouth, sunk through the miasma of vomit, and down to the bottom of the toilet.
I had to make a decision. If I tried to retreive my retainer, it would be, well, remarkably disgusting, seeing as how it was sitting in a crapper full of barf. If I didn't retrieve it and tried to flush it down, I would be out one orthodontic appliance and possibly end up causing damage to the plumbing, both of which would piss off my parents immensely.
So, I did the only thing I could. I rolled up my sleeve and went fishing. Flushed the mess away and did a surgical scrub on my retainer, hands and arms for probably half an hour. You can believe I made sure that never happened again.
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Fri 11 Dec 2009, 3:41,
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I was 14 years old, and one night I suddenly took sick and ran into the bathroom to empty my stomach. I was just about done, and with one last mighty retch...my retainer fell out of my mouth, sunk through the miasma of vomit, and down to the bottom of the toilet.
I had to make a decision. If I tried to retreive my retainer, it would be, well, remarkably disgusting, seeing as how it was sitting in a crapper full of barf. If I didn't retrieve it and tried to flush it down, I would be out one orthodontic appliance and possibly end up causing damage to the plumbing, both of which would piss off my parents immensely.
So, I did the only thing I could. I rolled up my sleeve and went fishing. Flushed the mess away and did a surgical scrub on my retainer, hands and arms for probably half an hour. You can believe I made sure that never happened again.

Only slightly less ambitious than 'Avatar'.
IMAX, all that.
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IMAX, all that.

I, uh, lost his number. Yeah, that's it.
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My friends and I had been tripping and wandering around chinatown staring at neon all night and began wandering back to one mate's student accommodation.
On the way there he mentioned that his dorm was full of rugby fuckwits who would spew all over the bathroom and not clean up, so it would sit there until the end of the week until the cleaner came.
Long story short, after an evening of drinking blue powerade I did a massive blue spew all over the bathroom floor. A couple of hours later there's a commotion in the hallway and we all go out to investigate.
Some meathead was claiming that it was his spew and high fiving his mates who were apparently impressed by it.
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On the way there he mentioned that his dorm was full of rugby fuckwits who would spew all over the bathroom and not clean up, so it would sit there until the end of the week until the cleaner came.
Long story short, after an evening of drinking blue powerade I did a massive blue spew all over the bathroom floor. A couple of hours later there's a commotion in the hallway and we all go out to investigate.
Some meathead was claiming that it was his spew and high fiving his mates who were apparently impressed by it.

1. Vomit is power.
2. Powerade should have its name changed to Vomitade.
I still have an aversion to the stuff, but it was the least offensive prep solution I've had to consume, by a long shot.
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2. Powerade should have its name changed to Vomitade.
I still have an aversion to the stuff, but it was the least offensive prep solution I've had to consume, by a long shot.

Maybe that'll change in the next few years, I hope not.
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Well, apart from waking up during the procedure and feeling waves of godawful pain.
The best part is the drugs they give you to knock you out for it. Almost makes having a camera shoved up your arse worthwhile.
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The best part is the drugs they give you to knock you out for it. Almost makes having a camera shoved up your arse worthwhile.

You could get some awesome looking spew from that stuff.
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I don't have any good puke stories.
The most memorable was snorting back a booger till it got stuck in my throat and a I spit it out of the playground blacktop. I just stared at the booger for a minute and then hurled.
And then the Catholic school teachers made me feel bad about it.
I wish I didn't still have hate in my heart for those old bitches, but I do.
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The most memorable was snorting back a booger till it got stuck in my throat and a I spit it out of the playground blacktop. I just stared at the booger for a minute and then hurled.
And then the Catholic school teachers made me feel bad about it.
I wish I didn't still have hate in my heart for those old bitches, but I do.

The nurses were bitchy. One of them damn near bit my head off when she saw I was hanging out with the little girl in the room across the hall from mine. For God's sake, I was five years old. I didn't know anything about communicable diseases, I just knew there was a girl my age across the hall, we were bored and she had comic books.
Something about that religion makes monsters out of certain people.
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Something about that religion makes monsters out of certain people.

I had some lovely male Catholic school teachers in high school. I think the difference is between Sisters and Brothers. My sisters' school, run by nuns, sounded like it was the same old shit.
Crusty old, latent-homosexual, automysogynistic bitches...
On the other hand though, none of the Brothers ever tried to touch my 14 year old cock. But to be fair, not many people were trying to touch my 14 year old cock.
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Crusty old, latent-homosexual, automysogynistic bitches...
On the other hand though, none of the Brothers ever tried to touch my 14 year old cock. But to be fair, not many people were trying to touch my 14 year old cock.

AICM£1,000,000.
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It makes me quizzical about her evident displeasure.
Women! What do you bleedin' expect?
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Women! What do you bleedin' expect?

to be wearing that crash helmet.
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