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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First time I got drunk*sniff* The memories.
Anyway, it was in a field with some mates. I had just earlier nicked a large bottle of Bushmills foulest Whiskey. I downed half the bottle (it's not so bad, your mouth goes numb after the first quarter). I passed out in a drunken haze of swearing and rich tea biscuits. I came to 9 hours later (about 6am by now) with a loyal mate sitting beside prodding my temple with a stick. I looked down and saw that I had infact thrown up all over myself, the tent beside me and my mate. Shit one. My mate had quite nicely spent the night tipping my head to the side so I wouldn't choke to death on my own vom. I thank him.
(, Thu 19 Aug 2004, 22:56, Reply)
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