Woooo
I don't tend to relinquish the contents of my stomach that easily now, the times I've vomitted recently has been through a desire to sober the hell up before trying to sleep. However, there have been a few pleasant moments in the past, the most memorable of which I naturally have no memory of at all.

After a heavy drinking session (Started by drinking a bottle of cheap red to myself whilst being timed, before moving on to an unpleasant amount of Cheeky Vimto (Port in WKD), a bottle of jagermeister to myself, and a few tequila slammers thrown in for good luck), I firstly managed to piss my girlfriend of the time off enough for her to go home by declaring myself to be "Dead Kennedy'd" and pushing her off me, before topping the evening by staggering through the kitchen, which was occupied by my flatmate, his girlfriend, and another close friend, completely naked, throwing up the exact same lurid purple that my hair was into the toilet (Ex-council flat:. Bathroom attached to kitchen....), staggering back through the kitchen and passing out.

Moral of story: Drink less, remain physically capable of sex, put clothes on before vomitting.
(oneiromancer was rifling through your fridge on, Fri 8 Jan 2010, 21:21, 2 replies)

I suppose you'd have been
Too drunk to fuck? Being holiday in Cambodia'd wouldn't make sense.
(mymilkshakebringsallthemongstotheyard poison hearts, poison minds - joining hate, Fri 8 Jan 2010, 21:39, closed)

rolling down the stairs, your out of luck etc. indeed.
I claim to be on Holiday in Cambodia when too stoned to deal with conversation any further...
(oneiromancer was rifling through your fridge on, Fri 8 Jan 2010, 22:33, closed)