Jagermeister
and amaretto, and apple sourz, and whatever else we could lay our hands on, and Lemsip. Not for funsies, just because I had a cold.
This was foolish and I ended up completely twatted.
Kicking out time, and we decided to take the river path home. I started coughing, and you know when you cough so hard that you retch? Well, the liquid contents of my stomach took the opportunity to come up too, and once that started it didn't stop.
I crouched down next to the river so I could puke into there. One huge retch, and yes, you guessed it, I somersaulted less-than-gracefully into the floating, oil-slick-like pile of vom in the river.
I cried all the way home.
(and now for someone completely different, Thu 7 Jan 2010, 17:50, 1 reply)

I like this

( MatJ LOOK, Thu 7 Jan 2010, 18:05, closed)