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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And off topic a little...
If anyone lives in Southampton, I advise you to visit Bedford Place on a Sunday morning at about 5 or 6am. The selection of clubs and late night fast food outlets nearby, coupled with the proximity of the sea means that you'll see a few hundred seagulls fighing each other in swarms to peck up Saturday's sick. Nice.
( , Sun 22 Aug 2004, 20:47, Reply)
If anyone lives in Southampton, I advise you to visit Bedford Place on a Sunday morning at about 5 or 6am. The selection of clubs and late night fast food outlets nearby, coupled with the proximity of the sea means that you'll see a few hundred seagulls fighing each other in swarms to peck up Saturday's sick. Nice.
( , Sun 22 Aug 2004, 20:47, Reply)
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