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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A few freinds of mine, and I, decided to have a piss up
in one of their houses. They were all between 15 and 17 and I was 19 so I was sent to get the drink. I got back with a couple of bottles of spirits (I cant remember what) and some beer. We spent most of the night knocking back shots until the spirits ran dry. The host younger brother, who I think was only 14 at the time, decided he'd down one of the beers and went off in search of a pint glass. Not finding one, he came back with a pint measuring jug and filled it right up. As he began to drink the good old 'down down down' chant began and so he downed the lot in one and stood looking very pleased with himself. This is where the happy smile froze. He grabs the pint jug and spews a perfect pint right back into it! It didn't overflow, he spewed no more than that pint which looked like it had only just been poured. For the want of a passing tramp......
( , Fri 20 Aug 2004, 2:21, Reply)
in one of their houses. They were all between 15 and 17 and I was 19 so I was sent to get the drink. I got back with a couple of bottles of spirits (I cant remember what) and some beer. We spent most of the night knocking back shots until the spirits ran dry. The host younger brother, who I think was only 14 at the time, decided he'd down one of the beers and went off in search of a pint glass. Not finding one, he came back with a pint measuring jug and filled it right up. As he began to drink the good old 'down down down' chant began and so he downed the lot in one and stood looking very pleased with himself. This is where the happy smile froze. He grabs the pint jug and spews a perfect pint right back into it! It didn't overflow, he spewed no more than that pint which looked like it had only just been poured. For the want of a passing tramp......
( , Fri 20 Aug 2004, 2:21, Reply)
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