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)
« Go Back
Easy Jet of sick...on a german
Hate flying. Really hate it. So when faced with it I do what any normal person does in this situation. I get shitfaced.
After downing about a pint of brandy before a flight to Cyprus I find myself seated next to a fairly nice German man called Klaus, we get talking. I then wake up in a Cyprus airport underneath several worried looking airport staff, losing three and a half hours of my life.
So I'm filled in by my then boyfriend as to what happened. Apparently I started talking crap to said German man, before throwing up Gut Soup A La Brandy all over him. I even got a mention of the war in. Good work I thought.
Sx
( , Fri 20 Aug 2004, 11:47, Reply)
Hate flying. Really hate it. So when faced with it I do what any normal person does in this situation. I get shitfaced.
After downing about a pint of brandy before a flight to Cyprus I find myself seated next to a fairly nice German man called Klaus, we get talking. I then wake up in a Cyprus airport underneath several worried looking airport staff, losing three and a half hours of my life.
So I'm filled in by my then boyfriend as to what happened. Apparently I started talking crap to said German man, before throwing up Gut Soup A La Brandy all over him. I even got a mention of the war in. Good work I thought.
Sx
( , Fri 20 Aug 2004, 11:47, Reply)
« Go Back