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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Of Cider and Trains...On a train going back to Stafford from Coventry one evening, much the worse for wear and burdened with my evenings investment in strong dry cider I felt compelled to go and fetch up in the fine bogs provided on all BR trains of the period (1985?) I was stood up, braced against the wall and ready. Nothing could go wrong. Then we entered the big railway junction by Wolverhampton and the train started to sway violently. I was at the point of no return (is there a vinegar strokes type term for that?) and as I could clearly see 2 bogs, it seemed that the thing to do would be to hurl equally down both. The combined motion of the train and me meant that they were both moving in circles beneath me. I puked. They rotated. I covered both bog seats perfectly and uniformly in Cider Puke, and I swear that not a drop went down the middle...
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A Lurker jacked up on B3ta on, Tue 24 Aug 2004, 1:14,
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