My Worst Vomit
We 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!
( , Thu 19 Aug 2004, 21:00)
We 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!
( , Thu 19 Aug 2004, 21:00)
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the workplace incident.....
This seem's spookily relevant considering that today is 'A' level day.... drift back to summer 1995 during my cider drinking days, I'd failed my a levels by an amazing amount. I finished work at 9, worked my way to the pub by 9:30pm,in the next hour and a half I drank about 7 bottles of diamond white, followed by a large quantity of Blastaways (which is a combination of Castaway & Diamond White) at 11 I don't know where I am, dunno how i got home, threw up all over the bathroom, all over my bed, and then i passed out. The following day i have to go into town to go shopping with my Mum, I'm hungover, and sat in the lobby of the major high street bank she used to work in, when I feel the urge, before I can run anywhere, I spew all over myself, and all over the lobby of this bank in full view of all the customers! My Mum had to go out and buy me new trousers,t shirt & shoes! I didnt go back to the bank!
( , Thu 19 Aug 2004, 22:13, Reply)
This seem's spookily relevant considering that today is 'A' level day.... drift back to summer 1995 during my cider drinking days, I'd failed my a levels by an amazing amount. I finished work at 9, worked my way to the pub by 9:30pm,in the next hour and a half I drank about 7 bottles of diamond white, followed by a large quantity of Blastaways (which is a combination of Castaway & Diamond White) at 11 I don't know where I am, dunno how i got home, threw up all over the bathroom, all over my bed, and then i passed out. The following day i have to go into town to go shopping with my Mum, I'm hungover, and sat in the lobby of the major high street bank she used to work in, when I feel the urge, before I can run anywhere, I spew all over myself, and all over the lobby of this bank in full view of all the customers! My Mum had to go out and buy me new trousers,t shirt & shoes! I didnt go back to the bank!
( , Thu 19 Aug 2004, 22:13, Reply)
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