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Enzyme says: Tell us your tales of grot, grime, dirt, detritus and mess
( , Thu 2 Feb 2012, 13:04)
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One day, a chap my sister's age came in, on R&R from the army. He decided to teach me how to drink, to impress my sister.
This consisted of feeding me Snakebite & black, until I floated out of the front door, and was violently sick down the drain near by.
Or rather, thought I was violently sick down the drain near by.
What actually happened, as I discovered at 7am the next day, when I was called into work, and handed a hose connected to the hot tap, in order to melt the huge, now frozen puddle of purple, acrid, appley-scented vomit, is that I'd missed it by a good ten feet. Combined with my first raging hangover, this was the very epitome of a character-building experience.
( , Mon 6 Feb 2012, 10:56, 5 replies)
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I once vommed quite impressively after an evening of what my friends called 'Diesel' - i.e snakebit and black with a few shots of vodka on top for good measure.
Unfortunately, that very day my lunch consisted of quite a hefty portion of Lasagne...
The technicolour yawn I launched was like an explosion in a Dulux factory.
Grim.
( , Mon 6 Feb 2012, 11:27, closed)
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(no one wants that shit down their clothes). Drinking it never occured to me.
( , Mon 6 Feb 2012, 11:57, closed)
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TL;DR: "Frozen snakebite vomit, when melted using hot water, has an acrid, appley-scented aroma, which is unpleasant to experience with a raging hangover."
( , Mon 6 Feb 2012, 16:38, closed)
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