Sometimes I used to puke into empty pint glasses.
When it was too far from the dancefloor to the bogs I used to be able to curl my top lip over the edge of an empty pint pot and stealthily sick in it before propping it back, unnoticed, onto the shelf. Always just to the brim and no further, it got pretty easy after a while. But then my mate Steve took it one step too far by picking up a warm pint of it and tossing it over one of those open gas hearths they sometimes put in the quieter sofa'd areas for effect. I'm sorry if you were there, the smell was just awful. Nobody noticed him doing it either, except for one bloke two sofas away who was utterly paralyzed with laughter.
(Whizzer, Fri 10 Apr 2009, 19:36, Reply)