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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Cheese Fondu Vs Home-Made Wine
Shortly after belting downa huge amount fo my mum's finest Cheese Fundu, my brother got a call from a mate... Come on round to our place, we're gonna get pissed and sleep in the barn. Bring your little brother.
So.... I become the test subject, and endevour to down a bottle of mate's Dad's home-made goosbery and rhubarb wine.
When the obvious happened, I barfed over a chicken that was sleeping outside the barn. We laughed ourselves silly in the morning, as the chicken had aparently stayed put at the time, but the cheese had solidified over night, and had stuck the birds wings together with the "go go spidey-web" style cheese-vom.
( , Tue 24 Aug 2004, 9:59, Reply)
Shortly after belting downa huge amount fo my mum's finest Cheese Fundu, my brother got a call from a mate... Come on round to our place, we're gonna get pissed and sleep in the barn. Bring your little brother.
So.... I become the test subject, and endevour to down a bottle of mate's Dad's home-made goosbery and rhubarb wine.
When the obvious happened, I barfed over a chicken that was sleeping outside the barn. We laughed ourselves silly in the morning, as the chicken had aparently stayed put at the time, but the cheese had solidified over night, and had stuck the birds wings together with the "go go spidey-web" style cheese-vom.
( , Tue 24 Aug 2004, 9:59, Reply)
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