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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Further Guiness JoySame lad as in the fiesta story. Dad woke one morning at his customary 7am and was disturbed to find that his only son's bed hadn't been slept in. (How he knew is anyone's guess as the room always looked to me like it had just been used to host a large rave, his son managed to set fire to the room shortly afterwards, but that, gentle reader, is another story.) Anyway, all ended happily when he went for a leak in the downstairs croucher only to find his missing son and heir spread out face down and sleeping like a baby in an enormous lake of Guiness and Kebab...
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A Lurker jacked up on B3ta on, Tue 24 Aug 2004, 1:05,
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