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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The creeping terrorAfter a fun day at Alton Towers as a child my dad was driving us home when I felt a bit nauseous. We stopped outside a shop and my mum ran in to get some soda water for me. I followed, got lost in the shop, and found myself standing in a small alcove, next to a fridge full of butter and cheese. The sight of so much greasy food made me spew all over the fridge, and my last memory of the incident was seeing a mass of Delicando butter under threat from a pink creeping terror, slowly oozing across the cold cabinet. Did I tell the shopkeeper? No. I told my mum and we legged it. I've never seen Delicando butter since.
(, Mon 23 Aug 2004, 11:19, Reply)
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