My Worst VomitWe all love a drink. Some of us love them so much they want to see them again on the way out of their mouths. I once got caught by surprise by the boozy sickness while chatting to some friends in my kitchen. Quick as a flash I grabbed a nearby pan and chundered away merrily in it. Realising it was probably time for bed I staggered off to my room. Unfortunately, my co-ordination failed just as I reached the landing and I somersaulted down the entire flight of stairs with my saucepan full of vomit. Beat that!
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chthonic, Thu 19 Aug 2004, 21:00)
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Kitchen/Vomit Interface IncidentReturning to a friend's house after a night out drinking I was drunk, very drunk, something like 30+ units drunk I found out later thanks to my work colleagues buying me straight triple vodkas instead of vodka and lemonade once I'd got too drunk to notice.
So there I was, slumped down on the kitchen floor within spitting distance of the bathroom, but with no hope in hell of getting there in the state I was in. Feeling an urgent need chunder, the nearest thing available was a rather large dog food bowl which I promptly filled to the brim.
What happened next I blame fully on my friend, who insisted that *I* take the bowl to the toilet to empty it, not withstanding the fact that standing was a pratical impossibility. Given those circumstances I quickly went down, the dog food bowl full of vomit when flying and the kitchen received an impromptu redecoration with spicy carrot chunks.
(, Thu 19 Aug 2004, 21:58, Reply)
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