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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Erm, French Frolics...
A couple of years back one of my friends moved away from bright, sunny Aberdeen to boring old Paris. One of our shared friends decided he would go visit and i went along thinking we would all have a ripping time. We did most of the time...
First night out went fairly well, wandering around the suberbs drinking straight vodka bought from a corner store (being able to walk in and buy it when only 16 or something at the time was brilliant). The three of us got merry and the other two ended up pissing on a railway line in a station with other people around, that was good to watch, and only mild vomitting that night :/
The fun part came later in the week when a couple of girls came with us, so logically we bought twice the booze. Problem, me and the lasses realised that straight vodka doesnt taste so good after all, and didnt have much, leaving my two friends to share two 700ml bottles of vodka. See it coming? End result, friend falls over, french police, girls panicking, taken down the station, friend collapses and vomits on police station floor, ambulance, very angry parents next morning. Yay.
One good thing did come of it all tho. Spent the whole of the next day watching monty pithon videos and fetching things for my rather worse for ware friend. Going back in October :)
Apologies for length
( , Fri 20 Aug 2004, 22:20, Reply)
A couple of years back one of my friends moved away from bright, sunny Aberdeen to boring old Paris. One of our shared friends decided he would go visit and i went along thinking we would all have a ripping time. We did most of the time...
First night out went fairly well, wandering around the suberbs drinking straight vodka bought from a corner store (being able to walk in and buy it when only 16 or something at the time was brilliant). The three of us got merry and the other two ended up pissing on a railway line in a station with other people around, that was good to watch, and only mild vomitting that night :/
The fun part came later in the week when a couple of girls came with us, so logically we bought twice the booze. Problem, me and the lasses realised that straight vodka doesnt taste so good after all, and didnt have much, leaving my two friends to share two 700ml bottles of vodka. See it coming? End result, friend falls over, french police, girls panicking, taken down the station, friend collapses and vomits on police station floor, ambulance, very angry parents next morning. Yay.
One good thing did come of it all tho. Spent the whole of the next day watching monty pithon videos and fetching things for my rather worse for ware friend. Going back in October :)
Apologies for length
( , Fri 20 Aug 2004, 22:20, Reply)
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