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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Taboo and Ham chunder
Last day of school and a large group of us go down the park at lunchtime, via the offie at Fine Fare where we purchase numerous bottles of the drink du jour for 1990 - Taboo.
Back at school, sitting in the sixth form common room and one of our number decides to chuck up. Taboo-riddled vom and chunks of ham fucking everywhere but she's too pissed to clean it up so the rest of us have to pick out regurgitated meat and stomach lining from under the buttons you get on those plasticy-vinyl upholstered chairs.
The merest whiff of Taboo these days and I'm retching like a good 'un.
( , Sat 21 Aug 2004, 16:55, Reply)
Last day of school and a large group of us go down the park at lunchtime, via the offie at Fine Fare where we purchase numerous bottles of the drink du jour for 1990 - Taboo.
Back at school, sitting in the sixth form common room and one of our number decides to chuck up. Taboo-riddled vom and chunks of ham fucking everywhere but she's too pissed to clean it up so the rest of us have to pick out regurgitated meat and stomach lining from under the buttons you get on those plasticy-vinyl upholstered chairs.
The merest whiff of Taboo these days and I'm retching like a good 'un.
( , Sat 21 Aug 2004, 16:55, Reply)
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