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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Not well
Within 3 hours of reaching our campsite in the south of France me and a mate decided it was the best time to get plastered. After a night of heavy drinking and heavy rocking thanks to the local band we decided to head back for sleep. While he was fairly sober i was apparently totally fucked (cant quite remember this part). Anyhow we managed to get back to the caravan where his parents were putting us up for the night (they lived there). At that point i was determined not to make an arse of myself and tryed to act as sober a possible. After a very short chat with his folks i made for the stars leading into the carvan. One step... two steaarrrrggggghhhhhhh. Not only did i manage to fall over but i also BROKE my nose as i landed face first on the floor. Several hours of french hospital later (god help all that are treated there) i finnally got home and got to know the toilet very well.
( , Fri 20 Aug 2004, 23:24, Reply)
Within 3 hours of reaching our campsite in the south of France me and a mate decided it was the best time to get plastered. After a night of heavy drinking and heavy rocking thanks to the local band we decided to head back for sleep. While he was fairly sober i was apparently totally fucked (cant quite remember this part). Anyhow we managed to get back to the caravan where his parents were putting us up for the night (they lived there). At that point i was determined not to make an arse of myself and tryed to act as sober a possible. After a very short chat with his folks i made for the stars leading into the carvan. One step... two steaarrrrggggghhhhhhh. Not only did i manage to fall over but i also BROKE my nose as i landed face first on the floor. Several hours of french hospital later (god help all that are treated there) i finnally got home and got to know the toilet very well.
( , Fri 20 Aug 2004, 23:24, Reply)
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