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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My most momentous chunderage occurred back in 1995 whenI was at the Le Mans 24hr motorbike endurance race. My friend and I had been to the local carrefour and bought two five litre barrels of incredibly cheap, but rather pallatable
French red wine. We had drunk the first one the night before and only got very pissed ie no side effects except for the very fainest of hangovers the following morning. So we decided to do the same the next evening with the remaining barrel. Mid-drinkage, a young and obviously cunted, french bloke enquired of us if anyone knew how to make rollups and he immediately produced a block of cannabis resin the shape and size of a box of swan vestas. This immediately grabbed our attention and the kingsize rizlas were applied accordingly, thereafter we all entered a state of THC induced paranoia and stupidity. Some time later in the evening, too scared to attempt to get in my tent through falling over and making myself look foolish, I did in fact fall over, make myself look foolish and then proceeded to honk the most amazing purple spew. The colour was most vivid and was commented on by all. Needless to say I have repeated this many times since then and at nearly 40 years of age you'd think I would have grown out of this... Nope.
(, Fri 20 Aug 2004, 9:36, Reply)
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