
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 was at a mates house and drank a few tinnys of special brew (probably 6 or more). I woke up on his lounge sofa with a mouthful of vomit. I placed my hand over my mouth and proceeded to run to the bathroom upstairs. I got as far as the hallway before another mouthful decided to pay a visit. hand over mouth and 2 mouthfuls fighting for a limited volume equate with a fantastic spray, which ended up everywhere, wall, carpets, and all over my friends long haired alsatian..
I ran upstairs, finished ridding myself of the evil beer and came downstairs to find my friend and his brother standing there looking at a poor miserable shaking dog, its long hair matted with peas and carrots, stinking of puke.
they said " We think you had better leave" - so I did, they disowned me and we never spoke again..
( , Fri 20 Aug 2004, 10:30, Reply)
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