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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Tequila, it makes me gassy....
Two more.
On a boozy holiday whilst 18, I managed to drink most of a bottle of tequila, go outside the caravan, lie on the hard pointy gravel and vomit all down myself, whilst my head was tucked nice and neatly inside my t-shirt. Not only had I yakked all down my clothes, but in them and all over myself.
Final one for now, the Wife and I went to a restaurant for valentines. She sat looking like she had been abandonned in front of all the other Valentines day couples whilst my gastro-entiritus relegated me to vomiting up the tiny starter for two hours in the toilets...
Not the best of valentines that was. the next was much better...
( , Mon 23 Aug 2004, 18:58, Reply)
Two more.
On a boozy holiday whilst 18, I managed to drink most of a bottle of tequila, go outside the caravan, lie on the hard pointy gravel and vomit all down myself, whilst my head was tucked nice and neatly inside my t-shirt. Not only had I yakked all down my clothes, but in them and all over myself.
Final one for now, the Wife and I went to a restaurant for valentines. She sat looking like she had been abandonned in front of all the other Valentines day couples whilst my gastro-entiritus relegated me to vomiting up the tiny starter for two hours in the toilets...
Not the best of valentines that was. the next was much better...
( , Mon 23 Aug 2004, 18:58, Reply)
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