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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Plymouth throw
I went out at university to a really grotty hole with chavster karaoke and all the associated horrors of such places. Being an innocent youngster, too much to drink somewhat impaired my reasoning abilities. Unfortunately, the beer-goggles led me to a dark, concrete staircase for a bit of a grope with a wizened old hag who seemed like a bit of an RFA (She services the fleet). Well, what happened was is that while in the process of tongue wrestling, a stomach churning odour struck my taste-buds. The problem was that I had quit smoking 3 months before, and the effect of that nicotine smelling hell-hole coming into contact with me was to cause a terrible vomiting in somebody elses mouth situation. For some reason I started smoking again after that (twunt), but I have stopped now which is a shame as I really enjoyed it. (But it does fucking reek).
( , Mon 23 Aug 2004, 13:18, Reply)
I went out at university to a really grotty hole with chavster karaoke and all the associated horrors of such places. Being an innocent youngster, too much to drink somewhat impaired my reasoning abilities. Unfortunately, the beer-goggles led me to a dark, concrete staircase for a bit of a grope with a wizened old hag who seemed like a bit of an RFA (She services the fleet). Well, what happened was is that while in the process of tongue wrestling, a stomach churning odour struck my taste-buds. The problem was that I had quit smoking 3 months before, and the effect of that nicotine smelling hell-hole coming into contact with me was to cause a terrible vomiting in somebody elses mouth situation. For some reason I started smoking again after that (twunt), but I have stopped now which is a shame as I really enjoyed it. (But it does fucking reek).
( , Mon 23 Aug 2004, 13:18, Reply)
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