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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Cider! Lager! Blackcurrant!
. . .add a splash of own brand vodka and you've got the makings of a good night
Me and my chums had a skinful of this refreshing cocktail and headed into town. On the way home we met a group of girls at the bus-stop and decided to have a piggy back race, so I grabbed a girl and off we charged.
I suddenly knew I was in trouble- my sight began to pixellate and my ears started to ring, a situation not helped by running down the street with a girl who kept slipping down my back.In one last attempt to steady her I hitched up her leg, only to find it was in fact a prosthetic one.
This was just too much for my brain and we crashed to the floor, dislodging her leg in the process. The poor girl started crying, at which point I vomited into her lap. Her friends arrived to find her sobbing, covered in sick and missing her leg, and understandably started to beat me up.
So if you're out there Alison, I am so, so sorry. . .
( , Mon 23 Aug 2004, 14:00, Reply)
. . .add a splash of own brand vodka and you've got the makings of a good night
Me and my chums had a skinful of this refreshing cocktail and headed into town. On the way home we met a group of girls at the bus-stop and decided to have a piggy back race, so I grabbed a girl and off we charged.
I suddenly knew I was in trouble- my sight began to pixellate and my ears started to ring, a situation not helped by running down the street with a girl who kept slipping down my back.In one last attempt to steady her I hitched up her leg, only to find it was in fact a prosthetic one.
This was just too much for my brain and we crashed to the floor, dislodging her leg in the process. The poor girl started crying, at which point I vomited into her lap. Her friends arrived to find her sobbing, covered in sick and missing her leg, and understandably started to beat me up.
So if you're out there Alison, I am so, so sorry. . .
( , Mon 23 Aug 2004, 14:00, Reply)
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