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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Drunk Driving
When I was 21, I drove home from a party 10 miles from my house. I was dropping off at the wheel, usually opening my eyes just in time to veer away from the ditch. I approached a hill not far from my house - I was driving a French reg. mini in Ireland - when I realised I was going to get sick. Instead of stopping the car I simply opened the driver's door and attempted to hurls my chunks roadside as I continued up the hill. Needless to say when I woke up the next day my poor mini was covered inside. I learned a lesson and have only drunk and driven 5 times since then (10 years ago).
( , Fri 20 Aug 2004, 16:20, Reply)
When I was 21, I drove home from a party 10 miles from my house. I was dropping off at the wheel, usually opening my eyes just in time to veer away from the ditch. I approached a hill not far from my house - I was driving a French reg. mini in Ireland - when I realised I was going to get sick. Instead of stopping the car I simply opened the driver's door and attempted to hurls my chunks roadside as I continued up the hill. Needless to say when I woke up the next day my poor mini was covered inside. I learned a lesson and have only drunk and driven 5 times since then (10 years ago).
( , Fri 20 Aug 2004, 16:20, Reply)
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