back in my student days
a bunch of us decided to head out clubbing for the night. Rather than pay for expensive drinks in the club, we decided to start off at the halls bar. As a student it was of course my duty to drink well beyond my limit - and in this case, I remember having about 3 pints, 2 glasses of wine, a couple of whiskies...then I ended up in a friends room and we started matching each other with double shots of absinth (freshly brought back from the czech republic). We managed about six of these.

Obviously, everything after that is a bit of a blur, but I do remember being on the tube, feeling a bit queasy, then puking up a massive amount of runny/watery vomit all over peoples shoes. Then the train slowed down...which meant it ran all down the carriage over everybody.

I then puked on the escalator, in the entrance to the tube station, on the bus on the way home, and finally into my bin for about 4 hours.

The feeling of embarrassment and shame the following morning was only matched when being told that I'd somehow managed to wee off my friends penthouse balcony - in sloane square - onto some posh people in tuxedos.

On second thoughts, I shouldn't really be ashamed of that one should I??
(something clever about willies and sex wee, Fri 25 Nov 2005, 15:39, Reply)