The worst or maybe 2nd place...
Every week my ma, pa and family friends and family would meet down the local pub (typical english family) and stay there for a couple of hours, giving the numerous amount of kiddlywinks anything they desired to keep whem placated, and quiet whilst they played bingo. This often meant chocolate, unlimited drinks, peanuts, crisps and if we were lucky pork scratchings. Working class family outing. One particular Sunday the pub had a newly installed slushy machine, cue on babyflee downing 5 of these icy drinks. Feeling fine washing the raspberry delight down with cheese and onion crisps all was good. Until the walk home, feeling a little ill I went to my room, then to the bathroom. Sitting on the floor with my legs either side of the toiling with my head hanging in shame down the U bend. You know whats coming considering the QOTW is about the worst vom.. Well the wave of convusions that went through my body were not ones of pleasure, especially when I could feel the ice cold slushy jumping out of my throat... again and again and again... the toilet looking like someone had dipped several 'vampire teabags' into the water turning it a bright crimson. With half digested crisps floating around the bowl... Never had rasberry slushy since.. the blue one is ok though.
Wonder how many will not be alcohol related?
(MissFlee tried again on, Thu 7 Jan 2010, 17:38, Reply)