Food Poisoning and School Trips do not mix
Lovely holiday in Wales, lovely barbecue, lovely undercooked sausages.

Being the last night of the trip, everyone had piled into the same dorm to sleep, and I had the top bunk on a bed smack bang in the middle of the room.

About one or two o'clock in the morning, that horrible impending feeling of doom occurs, and I rush to the bathroom tripping over Tim in the process. After emptying my stomach of its contents, I retire to bed again.

Not half an hour later, it happens again. Tripping over Tim once more, I just make it to the stalls in time to relieve myself of an equal amount of gunk. Once more I calm myself, and return to bed.

But it was to strike once more yet. This time I kick Tim in the head in my haste to get out of the room, fail to make it to the huggable porcelain and instead opt to chunder all over the hallway and stairs. I didn't clean it up, as the fire alarm went off at that point, setting off the sprinklers. Everyone evacuated, past a vomit covered me in the hallway.

Needless to say, I never got the top bunk again, nor allowed on the back seat on the bus.
(Captain Skippy pooed in a bag and left it on your doorstep, Thu 7 Dec 2006, 13:03, Reply)