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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Not strictly MY vomit...
... and not strictly drink either. But I suppose I've got to put my two cents in here... Basically the story goes like this.
German exchange student. Couldn't speak a word of English. High school, long ago. (well technically yes he could speak English... most of it was nonsensical bollocks starting with 'Z' though. Thought I'd better fit that in somewhere.) Anyway, I was in my Computer studies class when all of a sudden he copiously vomited everywhere. His keyboard, mouse, monitor, etc were all covered with a rather nasty looking brew - greenish I recall, with horrible looking little puffy lumps in it. Later that day he explained to me that he was lactose intolerant and he'd had fruityloops for breakfast with lime milk on them because he couldn't tell his host mum that he couldn't eat them... oh how I laughed. Poor bastard... I taught him the phrase 'lactose intolerant' after that and he never repeated the excercise again.
and now we're buddies... that's nice to know I suppose.
( , Tue 24 Aug 2004, 9:47, Reply)
... and not strictly drink either. But I suppose I've got to put my two cents in here... Basically the story goes like this.
German exchange student. Couldn't speak a word of English. High school, long ago. (well technically yes he could speak English... most of it was nonsensical bollocks starting with 'Z' though. Thought I'd better fit that in somewhere.) Anyway, I was in my Computer studies class when all of a sudden he copiously vomited everywhere. His keyboard, mouse, monitor, etc were all covered with a rather nasty looking brew - greenish I recall, with horrible looking little puffy lumps in it. Later that day he explained to me that he was lactose intolerant and he'd had fruityloops for breakfast with lime milk on them because he couldn't tell his host mum that he couldn't eat them... oh how I laughed. Poor bastard... I taught him the phrase 'lactose intolerant' after that and he never repeated the excercise again.
and now we're buddies... that's nice to know I suppose.
( , Tue 24 Aug 2004, 9:47, Reply)
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