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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Pink vomit...
Once upon a time, I went to a Xmas party and in a very short space of time, consumed a very large amount of cheap, nasty red wine.
All was well, until I decided to leave the party - I made it as far as the tube platform at kings cross, before spewing. Fortunately it was mostly liquid, so I wondered a little further down the platform and pretended it was nothing to do with me. Until I vomited again. Now this is where it get's hazy.. the next thing I remember is being on a train leaving euston (fortunately heading home) and being violently sick twice more, To this day, I still don't know what happend, but I appeared home about 3 in the morning ( I left the party at 11) pretty much covered from head to toe in thick, lurid pink sick.
( , Fri 20 Aug 2004, 17:40, Reply)
Once upon a time, I went to a Xmas party and in a very short space of time, consumed a very large amount of cheap, nasty red wine.
All was well, until I decided to leave the party - I made it as far as the tube platform at kings cross, before spewing. Fortunately it was mostly liquid, so I wondered a little further down the platform and pretended it was nothing to do with me. Until I vomited again. Now this is where it get's hazy.. the next thing I remember is being on a train leaving euston (fortunately heading home) and being violently sick twice more, To this day, I still don't know what happend, but I appeared home about 3 in the morning ( I left the party at 11) pretty much covered from head to toe in thick, lurid pink sick.
( , Fri 20 Aug 2004, 17:40, Reply)
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