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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Spaghetti VomOK well sit down kiddie's and let me tell you an enchanted story of Swansea, Spaghetti and Stella Atoir.
It was 4pm on a friday afternoon and i sit down to a nice big plate of spaghetti bolognese, a very nice meal and since i normally turn my nose up at this particular dish it was damn enjoyable and a wolf it all down in about 10 mins flat.
Next it's off upstairs and getting ready for a night out on the bricks in swansea with my mates.....i have a few warm up pints of Carling and nick a box of 24 bottles of stella from the house before making my way to cardiff central station. "open return to swansea" and i board my train.
about half way there and 10 mins outside neath there is somthing gone wrong and the trains stops. at this point i whip out my copy of nuts and my toblarone and start munchin away. after about 5 mins a fight breaks out on the train....at this point i break open my box of stella, after 15 mins of searching for a bottle opener i resort to opening the lovleyness with my teeth. its 6pm now and i decide i might aswell make a good start since my mates in swansea are bound to be doing the same.
it reaches 7:30 and i get into swansea station still carrying 16 bottles of stella and i much the worse for wear. taxi to the uni hallls.
i walk in drop my box of stella and start on the drink table, gradually becoming more stoned and drunk i consume 1 whole bottle of margaritta, half a litre bottle of vodka, 3 fink brau's and a whole hoast of other lovley boozey treats. anyway to cut out the bit of the story i cant remember i pass out! in the middle of the floor like so many have before me. after a little kip i will cut to my mates description..........
I start to convulse, shake and i sit up, more shaking and like an explosion in hells kitchen on italian day spaghetti flows from me like bad language from and essex girl. out of my nose a long strand of spaghetti hangs and i pull and keep pulling as a very long peice of spaghetti come from me.
after this the room clears dues to the horrid smell in the room which still is there to this day 7 months later, i lay down and sleep in my own spaghetti vom and upon waking find last nights dinner stuck to my hair!
All in a good night!
(, Sun 22 Aug 2004, 20:04, Reply)
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