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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I spent a few months working in a class for autistic three year olds. One day at circle time, one of the little ones who didn't talk goes "Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii," his usual cry when he is about to bite/scratch/kick someone. This time he instead vomited an amazing amount of puke for a thin, sickly little boy all over his front where it puddled in his lap before running down the legs of his tiny chair. He was more upset that we stopped the song than he was about being covered in his breakfast.
( , Mon 23 Aug 2004, 7:26, Reply)
I spent a few months working in a class for autistic three year olds. One day at circle time, one of the little ones who didn't talk goes "Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii," his usual cry when he is about to bite/scratch/kick someone. This time he instead vomited an amazing amount of puke for a thin, sickly little boy all over his front where it puddled in his lap before running down the legs of his tiny chair. He was more upset that we stopped the song than he was about being covered in his breakfast.
( , Mon 23 Aug 2004, 7:26, Reply)
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