Not drink related.
In my school I had the misfortune of contracting the deadly motaba virus! At least that's what it felt like at the time. Anticipating I may not be able to make it to 5ft period physics I calmly made my way to the phone in the new school foyer just recently redecorated with shiney tiles and what appeared to be carpet on the walls. Don't worry, I didn't stain the freshly carpeted walls and leave them stinking forever more which I'm sure you're expecting.
Instead I managed to consult the school secretary on a plan of action, phone home and arrange a lift, talk to the secretary again to explain why I'll be leaving early that day. saunter over to the expensive automatic doors before feeling man's natural magma force it's way up and out. I swear I tried to escape school before the vom escaped me but it was too strong.
I keeled over and poured my injured insides' contents back into the foyer. I lay there for a few seconds regrouping my pride and strength but then noticed the tiles had been laid very well, all level with almost no roughness in the grouting.
It spread.
The rice pudding from lunch was quite liquid and ran well in all directions. I backed off and so did other pupils. I looked up from a kneeling position to see the secretary's view of the floor was hampered by her new stylish desk/counter/lecturn thingy, she couldn't see the impending doom and so run for her life. I tried to warn her but my throat was still partially full. Onwards the tide crept like The Blob, except instead of containing partially digested bodies it was itself partially digested and once contained in my body.
Luckily some girls came to their senses and called the authorities, the caretaker came and put newspaper on top of it and put a "Caution! Slippery floor!" sign up. So the world was saved from a man made threat of an advancing acid sea
(nonproffessional, Tue 24 Aug 2004, 17:12, Reply)