Super Puker Trooper
A good friend of mine, Alison, is sick every time she gets drunk. This normally starts the morning after. Not just a little chunky burp but 12 hours of constant, can't-even-keep-water-down technicolor yawning. We've long since learned not to plan anything for the day after a heavy session, but as she and her long-suffering husband live out in the stix they often have a fairly lengthy drive after seeing friends.

To avoid having to stop every mile to allow Alison to redecoate the side of the road while her husband holds his darling wife's hair back they now keep an extra large mcdonalds drink cup--"mr pukey"-- in the car so she can simply empty her stomach then simply fling the contents out the window as they go. Hey, it's biodegradeable, right?

Apparently Alison has inherited this affliction from her mother yet they both drink like fishes, regardless of the inevitable consequences. As she says herself, "not drink? Are you crazy!? What would life be without gin?".

No idea why we get on so well.
( pixel_fucker is going to need a bigger brush, Sun 10 Jan 2010, 19:25, Reply)