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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Whats the difference between curry and puke?
I was told this by a boss of mine at work. Apparently, after a heavy evening's week, they all went off to a pub to get scoobied. Then they went to a local Indian restaurant for to line their poor vomit incubating stomachs. At which point, before the food arrived, they chucked up all over the table.
"The Indian staff people were quite good," my boss told me," they packaged it all up and my colleagues sat on New Malden station eating it".
"What, the vomit?" I asked.
Needless to say, that brought such horrible mental images to mind that I left New Malden after that. Probably the dead cat they put in the curry. Blergh
( , Tue 24 Aug 2004, 15:09, Reply)
I was told this by a boss of mine at work. Apparently, after a heavy evening's week, they all went off to a pub to get scoobied. Then they went to a local Indian restaurant for to line their poor vomit incubating stomachs. At which point, before the food arrived, they chucked up all over the table.
"The Indian staff people were quite good," my boss told me," they packaged it all up and my colleagues sat on New Malden station eating it".
"What, the vomit?" I asked.
Needless to say, that brought such horrible mental images to mind that I left New Malden after that. Probably the dead cat they put in the curry. Blergh
( , Tue 24 Aug 2004, 15:09, Reply)
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