My Worst VomitWe 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!
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chthonic, Thu 19 Aug 2004, 21:00)
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Birthday ChunderThis story revolves around my 21st birthday - normally an auspicious day but one forever associated with chunder now...our story begins with a few lunchtime drinkies (nowt too heavy) before progressing onto a bottle of southern comfort as a precursor to a meal then more drinkies. Still feeling ok tho. Meal time comes and me and about 10 mates all end up going to a fairly cheap italian place with lots of wine consumed. It bwas just as the mains had been delivered that the chunder rose...faced with the prospect of squeezing between friends (as the tables were long trestle things)or jumping over the table to reach the bog, I took the only sensible option...and was promptly sick between my legs (miraculously missing me but making an interesting stain on the floor). Totally ratted by this point, time comes to leave and a mate decides to take me home...hear the waiters bemoaning people spilling pizza and not telling them about it (didn't have the heart to tell him it wasn't pizza). Eventually got home and was promptly sick in my new suede boots...yup, a birthday present (pretty crappy admittedly!). I'll tell you another time about a mate who ended up going to a girl's house that night and getting COVERED in chiuaua poo...
(, Fri 20 Aug 2004, 14:19, Reply)
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