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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Panning for gold
My old flatmate vomited into one of those oversized spirit bottles, that he was using to collect change in his bedroom. The sight of him washing hundreds of coins in a basin the next day was something to behold, and we likened it to 'panning for gold'. He also drunkenly covered up patches of newly laid vomit with Led Zeppelin LPs, presumably in the belief that if you can't see them, they don't exist. He couldn't, and still can't, explain what he must have been thinking that night.
( , Fri 20 Aug 2004, 16:24, Reply)
My old flatmate vomited into one of those oversized spirit bottles, that he was using to collect change in his bedroom. The sight of him washing hundreds of coins in a basin the next day was something to behold, and we likened it to 'panning for gold'. He also drunkenly covered up patches of newly laid vomit with Led Zeppelin LPs, presumably in the belief that if you can't see them, they don't exist. He couldn't, and still can't, explain what he must have been thinking that night.
( , Fri 20 Aug 2004, 16:24, Reply)
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