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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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God I miss University,
When the American re-make of The Ring came out, I decided to have a large portion of homemade Chicken Tikka Masala (the bright red stuff) before I watched it. Me and three of my housemates enjoyed the film, and two them and me decided to have a little drink. One of my house mates opened a nice bottle of red wine (13.5%vol). We had half each.
The other housemate who stayed up opened a bottle of white (12%vol). We finished it off between us.
At this point I bring out a bottle of something you can't buy in Britain. It is called Ron 151 and is made in the Dominican Rebublic, my mother very kindly bought some for me. It's called Ron 151 because it is 151%proof (or 75.5%vol). The Dominicans call it 'petrol' because you can run two stroke motorbikes off of it. (this is god honest truth!)
One hour later, all 75cl of the Ron have been drunk between the three of us, NEAT. This is when we started drinking the shots of Archers.
I will now take this moment to say that I have an alcohol intolerance.
I remember bringing up the thick and red, rice pudding textured vomit up in the downstairs toilet, the upstairs toliet, in my bedroom, on myself and then things get hazy. I wake up in the living room the next day with my white T-shirt now a nice shade of red-brown. There is sick outside on the Patio, on the stairs and in my pants (?).
It isn't long before I start bringing up Bile (which my housemate proudly got a photo of). After a few hours I brave walking upstairs to my bedroom to be greeted with a large pile of red rice and a room that smells of nail varnish remover (that's the ron).
It took three clear weeks to get rid of the smell, and some careful explaining to one of my lectures of what the red flecks on their text book was,,,,,
(, Tue 24 Aug 2004, 23:24, Reply)

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