
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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Being drunk is like being a demigod.
You have the power to puke + you don't care + your'e partially excused. I mean partially because I was thrown out, rather gently, after puking on a dancer in a local club/disco/whatever it is. Oh and I also found out that my stomach turns sweetcorn green. I bet no one can do that.
( , Fri 20 Aug 2004, 17:50, Reply)
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