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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speaking martianNot a really bad puke story, but... well, it has puke and stuff in it.
When I was at college, every few months we'd all pile round to the house of the only lass on course, since her parents were away quite a lot. We'd buy a ridiculous amount of beer and spirits, then drink the whole lot in a couple of hours.
It was during one of these that I assumed it'd be a really good idea to consume the 3/4 of a bottle of smirnoff that remained. Bearing in mind by this point I was already well on the way to merrydom, I proceeded to drink in a matter of seconds the remainder of the vodka.
I don't know what happened inbetween, but it culminated in me yakking bucketfuls of vodka-flavoured chunder into the china telephone, and when asked what was wrong I apparently told somebody (whilst yakking) to "fuck off because I'm talking to some martians".
No, I don't know either.
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Biscuitzs -.. . -- ----- ...- -.- --. -.-, Fri 20 Aug 2004, 3:21,
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