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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Canterbury Cathedral
I am 10 years old, on a family holiday and in C.C. I have just been bought a new pair of shoes which I am wearing.
During evensong, (beautiful singing which mother is enjoying,) I start to feel very ill and keep saying to the parents that I am going to be sick. No you're not, they reply, but I keep on saying I will. Just get outside in time to christen new shoes, of which I am very proud later.
Another amusing memory is of getting on a busy commuter train one morning going to work to see a mother standing very embarrassed over her pale, teary eyed, 8 year old son as he comprehensively empties his stomach with tut-tutting commuters squeezing by.
( , Fri 20 Aug 2004, 8:55, Reply)
I am 10 years old, on a family holiday and in C.C. I have just been bought a new pair of shoes which I am wearing.
During evensong, (beautiful singing which mother is enjoying,) I start to feel very ill and keep saying to the parents that I am going to be sick. No you're not, they reply, but I keep on saying I will. Just get outside in time to christen new shoes, of which I am very proud later.
Another amusing memory is of getting on a busy commuter train one morning going to work to see a mother standing very embarrassed over her pale, teary eyed, 8 year old son as he comprehensively empties his stomach with tut-tutting commuters squeezing by.
( , Fri 20 Aug 2004, 8:55, Reply)
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