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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2 days ago...
i was in spain (now i'm back in good old albion). i'd had a stomach bug for a few days (watched six hours of frasier in my pajamas instead of doing anything...).
anyhow, my ma and pa decided it would be good to go into barcelona for the day. so i had a big pizza for dinner. then we went into sitges, and smaller town nearby. then i threw up. twice.
once in front of some poor woman (i apologise if you're reading this), and another in front of a dirty little market stall...
that was wierd.
oh, and last year i threw up twice on holiday in portugal. once after steak, the other after spaghetti carbonara, both of which came up in semi solid form. steak looks so much less appetising after it's been in you stomach for 2 hours.
i have no apologies for length, girth, width, breadth, depth or jazz factor.
the end
( , Wed 25 Aug 2004, 23:35, Reply)
i was in spain (now i'm back in good old albion). i'd had a stomach bug for a few days (watched six hours of frasier in my pajamas instead of doing anything...).
anyhow, my ma and pa decided it would be good to go into barcelona for the day. so i had a big pizza for dinner. then we went into sitges, and smaller town nearby. then i threw up. twice.
once in front of some poor woman (i apologise if you're reading this), and another in front of a dirty little market stall...
that was wierd.
oh, and last year i threw up twice on holiday in portugal. once after steak, the other after spaghetti carbonara, both of which came up in semi solid form. steak looks so much less appetising after it's been in you stomach for 2 hours.
i have no apologies for length, girth, width, breadth, depth or jazz factor.
the end
( , Wed 25 Aug 2004, 23:35, Reply)
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