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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LegAfter a few too many student shandies on loan cheque day (shandies compromising of whisky and miscellaneous spirits, £4.50 a glass from very dodgy local bar), I headed back up to campus to meet a male friend (no not like that) who was working late on a deadline. He was very sober, and thus had a good steady grip on me over the loo (no not like that) whilst I merrily vomited whilst chattering happily away. A misaimed projectile vom landed straight down loyal friend's leg, but don't worry, he was very understanding.
Four months later, I notice a streak of chunky yellowness down my mate's jeans. "What's that?" I ask. "It's your sick. I haven't got round to cleaning these jeans yet".
Dirty bastard.
(, Mon 23 Aug 2004, 1:15, Reply)
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