My Worst VomitWe 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!
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chthonic, Thu 19 Aug 2004, 21:00)
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"more scrumpy!"1x bottle absinthe
1x bottle aftershock (red)
1x bottle bacardi
an awful lot of beer
and two extremely large and suspicious bottles of some murky looking liquid labled 'Scrumpy'
some* pills* (*indeterminate)
the four friends imbibed this booze fest whilst 'enjoying' bucket after bucket after bucket after bucket... it got late and things began to go wrong. I myself wandered into the nearby field and suffered a mighty panic attack whilst shouting at a cow - staggered back to the house to find 'D' doing the 'stab in between your fingers with a big knife' game but getting it messily wrong. 'E' was asleep in a chair, calmly I thought until he suddenly shot up and stated, 'more Scrumpy!', whereupon he went outside and into next door's front garden. He then walked right up to their livingroom window and roared an obscene amount of sick onto it and the nearby flowerbeds.
'A' was sitting in the bathroom, in the toilet, big sickie grin round his chops and in his beard. I looked in the direction of his smile and saw a tiny little poo in the bath. It was only small, but it stunk and it made me do a little sick. then 'A' did a sick. then 'D' came upstairs and saw us sicking and he made a sick too. After our communal sick we all felt better, but still twisted so we went downstairs and 'E' was sat on the front garden - he was holding a cat and sicking on it.
No apologies for length because you love it.
(, Wed 25 Aug 2004, 11:58, Reply)
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