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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This actually happened to 2 friends of mine.
Let's call one of them Alan, for that is his name. Al was so drunk one night that he actually got up and pissed in his wardrobe, but that's another story...
On a BA flight from London to Cairo, Al takes full of advantage of the free G 'n' T's in business class accompanied by his colleague and mate Wayne.
Al gets up to use the lavatorial facilities, albeit a little wobbly. He doesn't come back. For an hour and a half.
Wayne, although slightly pissed himself, gets a little concerned as it's getting close to landing so he calls the trolly dolly and tells her. They trail Al to the airborne bog he was last seen entering where they try to attract his attention by banging on the door.
No answer. Al's obviously passed out in an alcoholic fugue.
So the trolly dolly unlocks the door and there is Al in all his glory, cacks barely around his thighs, his underpants bespattered with shite and the whole khazi redecorated with an in flight chicken meal.
Wayne has to pull up Al's shitty trollies and trews and get the fat bugger back into his seat.
Al is taken off the plane at Cairo airport in a wheel chair.
PS Sorry for length.
( , Fri 20 Aug 2004, 12:11, Reply)
Let's call one of them Alan, for that is his name. Al was so drunk one night that he actually got up and pissed in his wardrobe, but that's another story...
On a BA flight from London to Cairo, Al takes full of advantage of the free G 'n' T's in business class accompanied by his colleague and mate Wayne.
Al gets up to use the lavatorial facilities, albeit a little wobbly. He doesn't come back. For an hour and a half.
Wayne, although slightly pissed himself, gets a little concerned as it's getting close to landing so he calls the trolly dolly and tells her. They trail Al to the airborne bog he was last seen entering where they try to attract his attention by banging on the door.
No answer. Al's obviously passed out in an alcoholic fugue.
So the trolly dolly unlocks the door and there is Al in all his glory, cacks barely around his thighs, his underpants bespattered with shite and the whole khazi redecorated with an in flight chicken meal.
Wayne has to pull up Al's shitty trollies and trews and get the fat bugger back into his seat.
Al is taken off the plane at Cairo airport in a wheel chair.
PS Sorry for length.
( , Fri 20 Aug 2004, 12:11, Reply)
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