Morning After SouvenirsI once woke up in a tent after a particularly drunken holiday pub crawl, clutching a tap. There's a drowned, sunken village somewhere in Wales because of my act of petty theft, but I cannot remember. Tell us what - or who - you've brought back from nights out.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 26 Apr 2012, 13:44)
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I used to share a room with my brotherOne night I remember him coming home, late.
I heard him get into bed.
An hour or so later, I heard him jump out of bed and throw up. It was dark, I could hear it splatter. I grimace, I pretend to be asleep, if I let on I was awake, it would be sober me to clean it up. He gets into back bed..... somewhere in our bedroom was a horrible scene.
The morning comes, I wake up and expect to see a technicolour yawn deposits everywhere... but there is none.
No splash marks. Had I dreamt it?
The air smelt garlicy and sweet. I could taste sour breath.
No...
Hiding under an old pair of black threadbare boxer shorts, was a neatly piled portion of rice. The water content now disapated into the carpet, leaving an orangey hugh to the rice. Quite an achivement if you ask me. A very specificly delivered vomit no bigger than say 6 inches wide, yet 2-3 inches deep.
What did I do? Baring in mind I was about 9-10 at the time.
Ran and told mum, compounding what was probably already a horrendous hangover my brother was beginning to experience.
I was a tw@t when i was younger..
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