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 saucepan related vom
Me and some mates went out in Barnstaple, which sucks so we decided to get as rat-arsed as possible. After a night of heavy drinking, we went for a 'bab and asked for these big yellow extremely unappetising chilli things on it. We gobbled the lot and headed back to my mate's house, where we were staying that night.
Feeling a bit worse for wear, I decided to induce a spot of the old psychedelic yodelling. My mate, whose house we were staying at, grabbed a saucepan so I could fill it with my chunder. Like some kind of stinking virus, the smell of my vomit triggered spontaneous vomitting in two of my other mates, so there were three of us gathered around, transferring the vile contents of our stomachs into the saucepan. One person's vom smells bad enough, three people's is something else. And there, amongst the anonymous foam were two perfectly formed chillis (i had eaten them rather fast).
The worst part was the next day, when two of my mates got up before me and couldn't work out what to do with the offending saucepan. There then followed a conversation that went something like this:
mate #1: "We should put it down the toilet."
mate #2: "No, we should pour it down the sink."
So for some reason they rejected any kind of rational thought and poured it down the sink. It didn't fit down the plughole. The chillis were still there. So my unwitting mates had to fish the vomit (plus chillis) out of the sink and down the toilet.
Suffice to say, a good time was had by all.
( , Sun 22 Aug 2004, 13:14, Reply)
Me and some mates went out in Barnstaple, which sucks so we decided to get as rat-arsed as possible. After a night of heavy drinking, we went for a 'bab and asked for these big yellow extremely unappetising chilli things on it. We gobbled the lot and headed back to my mate's house, where we were staying that night.
Feeling a bit worse for wear, I decided to induce a spot of the old psychedelic yodelling. My mate, whose house we were staying at, grabbed a saucepan so I could fill it with my chunder. Like some kind of stinking virus, the smell of my vomit triggered spontaneous vomitting in two of my other mates, so there were three of us gathered around, transferring the vile contents of our stomachs into the saucepan. One person's vom smells bad enough, three people's is something else. And there, amongst the anonymous foam were two perfectly formed chillis (i had eaten them rather fast).
The worst part was the next day, when two of my mates got up before me and couldn't work out what to do with the offending saucepan. There then followed a conversation that went something like this:
mate #1: "We should put it down the toilet."
mate #2: "No, we should pour it down the sink."
So for some reason they rejected any kind of rational thought and poured it down the sink. It didn't fit down the plughole. The chillis were still there. So my unwitting mates had to fish the vomit (plus chillis) out of the sink and down the toilet.
Suffice to say, a good time was had by all.
( , Sun 22 Aug 2004, 13:14, Reply)
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