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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Not me, but my mate Phil
We were at a house party in Wimbledon. Me and Phil thought that all the little people who had no money and would thus drink all the alcohol before we even got there. So we proceded to buy a crate of stella (wife beater) each. My god I was pissed. We then smoked copious amounts. I then remember lying on a bed in a hot boxed room and gaining the name casper for being pale. Phil was on the bed curled up in the corner. I then hear a watery noise from Phil and he vomited all over someone elses jacket. We then instantly sobered up as a fight broke out between me and phil against very roudy puke covered rugby player. We were in hestrical laughter all the way home. That last spliff made us happy.
( , Fri 20 Aug 2004, 10:36, Reply)
We were at a house party in Wimbledon. Me and Phil thought that all the little people who had no money and would thus drink all the alcohol before we even got there. So we proceded to buy a crate of stella (wife beater) each. My god I was pissed. We then smoked copious amounts. I then remember lying on a bed in a hot boxed room and gaining the name casper for being pale. Phil was on the bed curled up in the corner. I then hear a watery noise from Phil and he vomited all over someone elses jacket. We then instantly sobered up as a fight broke out between me and phil against very roudy puke covered rugby player. We were in hestrical laughter all the way home. That last spliff made us happy.
( , Fri 20 Aug 2004, 10:36, Reply)
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