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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The wardrobe incident.
Being fond of the booze when I was 17, I went out to a friend's party/gig. The guy had hired his own hall for his band to play in and invited his friends, and he provided booze. After a lot of beers we decided it was time for a wine race (there were loverly boxes of cheap wine. Mmmm.) and started to chug that down too. Then it was cigar time and we staggered off to the nearest pub for a packet of hamlet.
After a trip home in the car with my friend's dad laughing at me all the way, I stumbled through the front door into my parents place. My dad obviously heard me fall up the stairs because he came in and said "If you're going to be sick, make sure you go to the bathroom". I insisted i would be fine, opened up my wardrobe to hang my coat up and projectile vomited all over all of my clothes.
It was awesome.
Beat that!
( , Fri 20 Aug 2004, 13:41, Reply)
Being fond of the booze when I was 17, I went out to a friend's party/gig. The guy had hired his own hall for his band to play in and invited his friends, and he provided booze. After a lot of beers we decided it was time for a wine race (there were loverly boxes of cheap wine. Mmmm.) and started to chug that down too. Then it was cigar time and we staggered off to the nearest pub for a packet of hamlet.
After a trip home in the car with my friend's dad laughing at me all the way, I stumbled through the front door into my parents place. My dad obviously heard me fall up the stairs because he came in and said "If you're going to be sick, make sure you go to the bathroom". I insisted i would be fine, opened up my wardrobe to hang my coat up and projectile vomited all over all of my clothes.
It was awesome.
Beat that!
( , Fri 20 Aug 2004, 13:41, Reply)
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