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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chunder on a swing
I can remember as a young boy I thought it nifty that I could call up ralph at will by snorting hard through my nose, which after a few minutes would bring up the sick. I don't remember my exact age at the time of this incident, but it was somewhere between 6 to 9. Me and my older brother were on the swing set at the farm having a merry time seeing how high we could swing. I had an itch on my nose, so tried to wiggle my nose and snorted to get rid of it. Bad idea. For some reason that instantly hit that spot and with out warning I opened my mouth and barked up the contents of my stomach. This was of course just as I was reaching the lowest point of the forward swing so my ballistic breakfast sprayed all over my legs and blew back on my chest, continuing up to the apex of the forward swing thus firing a good arc of my aerial bile manoeuver up and over the lawn infront of me, ceasing as my momentum changed and carried me backwards. Cue me leaping off the swing and running in the house to change clothes and clean off. Never since have I dared to intentionally try and laugh the technicolour rainbow. Though my brother got quite the kick out of it he said after.
( , Fri 20 Aug 2004, 17:57, Reply)
I can remember as a young boy I thought it nifty that I could call up ralph at will by snorting hard through my nose, which after a few minutes would bring up the sick. I don't remember my exact age at the time of this incident, but it was somewhere between 6 to 9. Me and my older brother were on the swing set at the farm having a merry time seeing how high we could swing. I had an itch on my nose, so tried to wiggle my nose and snorted to get rid of it. Bad idea. For some reason that instantly hit that spot and with out warning I opened my mouth and barked up the contents of my stomach. This was of course just as I was reaching the lowest point of the forward swing so my ballistic breakfast sprayed all over my legs and blew back on my chest, continuing up to the apex of the forward swing thus firing a good arc of my aerial bile manoeuver up and over the lawn infront of me, ceasing as my momentum changed and carried me backwards. Cue me leaping off the swing and running in the house to change clothes and clean off. Never since have I dared to intentionally try and laugh the technicolour rainbow. Though my brother got quite the kick out of it he said after.
( , Fri 20 Aug 2004, 17:57, Reply)
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