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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I had been out drinking
ass most people seem to have and when I got home decided to round off the night with a quick smoke before bed. This triggered the urge to vomit so I raced upstairs, managing to restrain the flwo until i got to the toilet. My vomit flew with such velocity and intensity that I couldn't really concentrate on anything else, so it was only when I'd finished that I realised the toilet seat was completely down, and that I covered the walls of my small toilet with puke up to head height. Being the concientious young fellow I am,I headed straight to bed.
Later that night, me mam walked into the toilt on her way to bed, ith bare feet. Apparently she wasn't happy, but she was incredibly kind and let me sleep until the next day before making me scrub the room down.
( , Fri 20 Aug 2004, 10:30, Reply)
ass most people seem to have and when I got home decided to round off the night with a quick smoke before bed. This triggered the urge to vomit so I raced upstairs, managing to restrain the flwo until i got to the toilet. My vomit flew with such velocity and intensity that I couldn't really concentrate on anything else, so it was only when I'd finished that I realised the toilet seat was completely down, and that I covered the walls of my small toilet with puke up to head height. Being the concientious young fellow I am,I headed straight to bed.
Later that night, me mam walked into the toilt on her way to bed, ith bare feet. Apparently she wasn't happy, but she was incredibly kind and let me sleep until the next day before making me scrub the room down.
( , Fri 20 Aug 2004, 10:30, Reply)
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