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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One which doesn't involve alcohol...When I was about 4 years old I was running around the garden in the typical lunatic fashion. Mum was somewhere nearby, and my brother was on the swing, swinging back and forth at a fair pace.
During my travels around the garden, my mum made sure I was well aware of the fact that running in front of the swing would be sufficiently painful. So, with my head as curious as ever, I made my way closer and closer to the swing to see what happened, until I finally crossed the path of my brother's shoe-bound foot, and I proceeded to bounce across the garden to a tear-filled, dizzying stop. I sat down for a few minutes, my mouth was full of icky blood and my head really was caning, and then this bright white bucket appeared in front of me. I spat in it a few times, and then hurled the rest of my stomach's contents along with it, all mixed up to a gooey red slosh in the bucket.
The funny thing is, as I was barking out all this disgusting concoction, I thought in my little bashed in head that the funny white chunks which came out occasionally were parts of my brain. I don't think I've ever been the complete package since.
(, Sun 22 Aug 2004, 18:12, Reply)
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