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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Blue Puke and Nasty GlenfiddichTwo incidents to report:
1. Spent my 19th birthday getting caned on blue bols and vodka. All I had eaten all night was a packet of tortilla chips. When I hurled the result was something similar to bright blue Ready Brek which stained my shoes for ever more
2. Spent an evening with a mate downing a bottle of Glenfiddich. I woke up at about 4am and was sick on the carpet next to my bed. I didn't have the capacity to clear it up until the following evening. To the day I left that house my bedroom smelt of a combination of single malt, stomach juices and shake'n'vac. It wasn't long before I no longer slept in that room.....
(, Fri 20 Aug 2004, 16:17, Reply)
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