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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And from that moment, we spoke of it as the wrap-around vomitIt was a summer in the mid nineties and the last of our group of friends had just turned 18. As you do, we went out for a night on the turps (in Hobart (Tasmania)). As you can imagine, things get a little quiet so we decided to go for a drive in the country and maybe have a spot of cow tipping (The roads are quieter than the bars, so there's not too much of a problem driving when you're mashed).
Anyways, about 10 minutes into the journey ('twas about 3am), my mate (let's call him Pete, he was in the back seat) decides he needs to spew.
Instead of telling us to pull over, Pete unrolled his window and let fly. I'm sure a physicist could explain this, but somehow the spew flew back into the car and formed a beautiful cyclone before falling to the floor when Pete closed his window.
We all decided to go straight home afterwards. In silence.
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gronkpan https://twitter.com/VomitingLarry, Fri 20 Aug 2004, 0:18,
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