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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New Years Eve - 31/12/1999
Went to a friends for a bit of a dinner party - I can't remember how many courses there were, but there were a few. Once this was consumed I started on the alcohol. Trouble is, I didn't stop and a few hours later I started to feel ill so I made my way upstairs to my friends toilet.
Next thing I remember is finding myself laying on the bathroom floor. I then noticed that the walls, ceiling and floor were covered in sick, where I had projectile-vomited the contents of my by-now brimming and gurgling stomach around her bathroom. There was also a football-sized solid lump of fused toilet paper and chunder lodged in her u-bend.
( , Sun 22 Aug 2004, 22:38, Reply)
Went to a friends for a bit of a dinner party - I can't remember how many courses there were, but there were a few. Once this was consumed I started on the alcohol. Trouble is, I didn't stop and a few hours later I started to feel ill so I made my way upstairs to my friends toilet.
Next thing I remember is finding myself laying on the bathroom floor. I then noticed that the walls, ceiling and floor were covered in sick, where I had projectile-vomited the contents of my by-now brimming and gurgling stomach around her bathroom. There was also a football-sized solid lump of fused toilet paper and chunder lodged in her u-bend.
( , Sun 22 Aug 2004, 22:38, Reply)
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