My Worst VomitWe 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!
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chthonic, Thu 19 Aug 2004, 21:00)
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MillenniumAfter a monumental street party, gin,wine,vodka,champagne,beer,nibbles etc, I woke up the following morning to realise my body felt like it had been passed through a mangle. My boyfriend and I had to travel back from my mothers that very same morning, so we said our goodbyes and proceeded to take a nice leisurely drive for the 70 mile journey.
Unfortunately, it seemed that my guts disliked the windy country roads and everytime I burped I could taste gin. Now this would have been fine, but my bowels decided to join in on the fun and make themselves known. Sitting in the car, I valiantly tried to hold on to the contents of both my stomach and my arse but the pressure was just too much.
After screeching at my boyfirend to pull over, I managed to leap out of the car and chunder copiously over the tarmac, sadly the force of this released a gust of the most horrific eggy wind from my nethers which blew into the car and promptly induced a bout of dry retching from my boyfriend, which in turn made me throw up green bile.
So there we were on Millenium day, my boyfriend dry heaving and me quacking out pockets of foul gas every time we went over a bump, whilst reeking of sick. He drove the whole 70 miles with both windows open and freezing January air blasting into my face.
We're no longer together......
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Scary Mary The D'oh Fairy, Fri 20 Aug 2004, 19:00,
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