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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Steve's worst vomitNot me, but a friend, but this definitely was my fault.
Back at university, I convinced a friend Steve to try out the joys of Special Brew for the first time. "How many should I get?" asked Steve, trustingly. "Oh, about three to get right off your tits" I suggested.
So we went to the party, and Steve duly had all three. We then didn't see him for three days.
When he finally limped round on the fourth, it transpired that upon returning home, he had been too drunk to find the lightswitch in his bedroom, and trodden on the open jaws of a ring binder. The claw bits sank right in to his foot, which is where he found them the next morning. As well as bleeding everwhere during the night, the pain and spesh had caused him to also vommit all over himself, and his wounded foot, before passing out in the resulting mess.
Sorry Steve, I still feel a bit guilty.
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expf, Sun 22 Aug 2004, 11:42,
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