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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Ultra-snakebiteA few "nice" occurrences jump to mind.
While on a school trip to Paris, I shared a room with a room with a lad who decided to get wankered on some horrid piss-juice. Needless to say, I didn't get any sleep as he proceeded to giggle, walk around etc. When he woke the next day, there was a nice little puddle of dried puke in his beg. Fortunately, it was the last day of our trip. So, what did he do? He pulled the covers over the chunder and checked out, leaving a nice little present for the French cleaners.
The next two times occurred at Uni, in my second year. We got to the Union bar at about opening time and saw this lad leave after a while. As he walked out, a huge red geyser of chuck-juice erupted from his mouth as he walked into the spray. As we left to go to the toilet, we noticed a hurriedly laid trail of sawdust on the staircase.
Finally, one night, I decided to experiment by inventing "Ultra Snakebite" - a 50/50 mix of Diamond White and Newcastle Brown Ale. Three pints of that (and a lasange that evening), and the sheets needed cleaning the next day. Thank Christ the wall was plasterboard, so I could pick the dried crusty bits of yuk from the wall. Had a dried trail of puke all over my arm and chest too. And I was woken up by the Vic Reeves version of "Dizzy" on my alarm radio.
I learned my lesson that night.
(, Fri 20 Aug 2004, 15:58, Reply)
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