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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On the way back from a family camping holiday in the north of france, I suddenlt felt queasy. I said to my parents that I wasn't feeling to good, but with the ferry terminal on the horizon they said if I could just hold on 5 minutes longer, we'd be at the terminal and I could puke my guts up in the toilet.
Needless to say, I didn't make it. Instead, I vomited all over my poor sister who was sat next to me. Amazingly, she didn't violently exact her revenge, instead she very nicely went to find a shop and get me some water. The shop was closed, but in her best school french managed to communicate that her brother was ill and got the water. Which was amazing, because while these days my sister is a good friend, back then we pretty much rowed all the time as young siblings do.
( , Fri 20 Aug 2004, 14:58, Reply)
On the way back from a family camping holiday in the north of france, I suddenlt felt queasy. I said to my parents that I wasn't feeling to good, but with the ferry terminal on the horizon they said if I could just hold on 5 minutes longer, we'd be at the terminal and I could puke my guts up in the toilet.
Needless to say, I didn't make it. Instead, I vomited all over my poor sister who was sat next to me. Amazingly, she didn't violently exact her revenge, instead she very nicely went to find a shop and get me some water. The shop was closed, but in her best school french managed to communicate that her brother was ill and got the water. Which was amazing, because while these days my sister is a good friend, back then we pretty much rowed all the time as young siblings do.
( , Fri 20 Aug 2004, 14:58, Reply)
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