Worst vomit? Nay best vomit!
First few weeks at University, living in halls when I went all out and consumed a bottle of whisky. However, this is merely narrative but the next morning I blithely walked out of my room to go to the shared conveniences at the bottom of the hall way congratulating myself on how fine I felt. There was one other bint in the hall way who was staring at me. All I can say is I smiled and my face cracked. That was when I realised that something was amiss. On closer examination in a mirror it appeared that I had leaked black crud all over my face whilst sleeping and it had dried providing me with a delightfully novel facepack.
(Miss Terry toed the line on, Sat 9 Jan 2010, 13:07, Reply)