What has it got in its pocketses?
After a drunken post-gig party (I played in a band at college) I woke up on the sofa in a common room somewhere. My nice black jacket was considerately hanging on the back of a chair next to me. I stood up, put it on, and put my hand in the pocket. It was full of vomit. I never found out whose it was.
(Smale is stuffed, Fri 27 Apr 2012, 10:36, 6 replies)

Arrgghh
That's pretty fucking grim
(friedel, Fri 27 Apr 2012, 10:55, closed)

Sorry, but
your last sentence makes me imagine you strolling around for the next few weeks, vomit gradually hardening in your pocket as you looked for its owner, compared it to the pavement splashes, etc...
(Sivvus trolley collision in the fruit aisle led to a jam, Fri 27 Apr 2012, 11:08, closed)

Ha ha nice idea

(Smale is stuffed, Fri 27 Apr 2012, 12:02, closed)

Reminds me of my mate Shaddy who always wore a Parka
During an underage drinking session in a local town one of our mates vommed right into his hood as we were getting ready to leave a pub.

Fortunately he noticed, preventing a hood/vomit/hair scenario. He wasn't very happy from what I recall though.
( Airman Gabber Living life like a 70's BBC presenter, Fri 27 Apr 2012, 11:09, closed)

I just had a wee sympathy sicup
Minging
(fivetide, Fri 27 Apr 2012, 14:00, closed)

Was it still warm?

(Sir Itchalot has a very self-referential signature, Tue 1 May 2012, 16:25, closed)