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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Another night ruined...
Having consumed several pints of low grade lager and half a gram of even lower grade amphetamine on new years eve many moons ago, I decided a quick visit to the lavvie was what was needed to rid me of the rising nausia.
Unfortunately, as always happens in situations like this, I didn't quite get there quick enough and some poor, finely dressed girl happened to step into the jetstream as I projectiled through my fingers.
According to close friends of hers, such was the ferocity of the unprovoked bile attack that she didn't get a chance to see the perpetrator and is unaware to this day as to whom ruined the party of the year for her. Apparently, she went home and had no less than three showers claiming it felt like she'd been raped. I duly hang my head in shame.
I'm not even going to start on about the time when low grade pills made me crap my pants in the queue to a superclub once.
Listen kids, don't do drugs. They're not big and they're not clever.
( , Sat 21 Aug 2004, 16:29, Reply)
Having consumed several pints of low grade lager and half a gram of even lower grade amphetamine on new years eve many moons ago, I decided a quick visit to the lavvie was what was needed to rid me of the rising nausia.
Unfortunately, as always happens in situations like this, I didn't quite get there quick enough and some poor, finely dressed girl happened to step into the jetstream as I projectiled through my fingers.
According to close friends of hers, such was the ferocity of the unprovoked bile attack that she didn't get a chance to see the perpetrator and is unaware to this day as to whom ruined the party of the year for her. Apparently, she went home and had no less than three showers claiming it felt like she'd been raped. I duly hang my head in shame.
I'm not even going to start on about the time when low grade pills made me crap my pants in the queue to a superclub once.
Listen kids, don't do drugs. They're not big and they're not clever.
( , Sat 21 Aug 2004, 16:29, Reply)
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