Vomit
My stomach doesn't heave readily, but there's one thing that's a cast iron guarantee to make me go as green and queasy as you can imagine:

Dog vomit.

Vomit from any other person or creature under the sun I don't mind, but dog vomit - and the loud convulsive sounds that accompany it - just sends me over the edge. I can't even be in the same room as it.
(Thomas_The_Spankengine, Sat 12 Apr 2008, 19:24, 3 replies)

It's the way they eat it back up after
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( Nutmeg Harpoon dry humped your sister on, Sat 12 Apr 2008, 23:55, closed)

Eating it up again?
The funny thing is that doesn't bother me so much - I leave the room and I come back knowing I don't have to go near it with paper towels. I think it's the texture of it - all glutinous and mucousy - that freaks me out
(Thomas_The_Spankengine, Sun 13 Apr 2008, 1:13, closed)

You'd hate our Leia
Imagine a dog so pretty and precious, perfect and well behaved. Lovely little size for cuddles and everything you'd want in a little girl dog. Apart from the fact that she eats shit. You usually can't tell until she burps, when the smell of Satan is unleashed.

She used to throw up a lot more than she does now, she used to thrown up on every car journey. And if she's been indulging in her secret shame... jebus H corbett. The smell, texture, everything is beyond even my tough nut of a nose/stomach.

However, that "gwup, gwup, gwup" noise that comes before it is quite cute, as are the popeye faces she pulls with a little bit of dribble. But once hell is unleashed, eugh!

Seriously, look how lovely she is, can you imagine a little sweetie pie like this eating faeces?

flickr.com/photos/voodoomary/59656049/
(Cryptoprocta has abandoned the username of Voodoo Mary, Sun 13 Apr 2008, 20:37, closed)