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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Pulp FictionA good friend of mine (let's call him Pete) had gone to London for a night (and morning's) clubbing at some hell-ish open til 6 AM techno-trance night.
As he had driven up there with two friends, he had to drive them back at 10 on the Sunday morning after about 2 hours "sleep"
Legging it down the motorway, not feeling too clever, the sun was beating it's way in to his skull through the windscreen. What to do? Of course, the cure-all remedy: a nice bottle of ice-cold chocolate milk. Feeling even worse with this devilish concotion sloshing around in his walnut-sized stomach, his passenger decided that the way to ease the pain of this journey was to light up a fat joint. Mistake. As the combination of the pharmaceuticals, the hot sun, and the milk hit 'Pete's' system, the urge to vomit took hold. He quickly put his hand to his mouth and did a five-finger spray all over himself and the steering wheel etc.
"Aha", 'Pete' thought, I know what to do now. He opened his window, and hurled out of the car. At 70mph. His mate in the back promptly got a faceful of still cold chocolate milk and stomach contents. Niiiice.
(, Fri 20 Aug 2004, 15:15, Reply)
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