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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I love the word "vom"I came back from living in Scandahoovia for 6 months and my friends decided to take me to a welcome home party at a bar. Booze was too expensive in Norway to waste my piddily little farm labourer's wages on, so I hadn't been drunk all that time. Knowing what a lightweight I am when it comes to likker, I didn't want to get trashed. So when offered a Long Island Iced Tea, I gladly accepted.
This was in 1981 and I had never heard of one. I sucked down 2 in 20 minutes not realizing I was ingesting SIXTEEN fucking shots of hard liquor. I can't drink more that 3 beers without staggering.
I was so confused--why was the room spinning? What's wrong with me, I can't walk straight...I don't remember what we talked about, who I flirted with or when we limped home. I do remember vomiting a lovely deep purple. Feckers.
As a side note, I found why I can't get a hangover: my body jettisons the poison before it can do much damage.
(, Sun 22 Aug 2004, 2:53, Reply)
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