
It's been nearly six years since we last asked about your worst vomit, so:
Tell us tales of what went in, what came out and where it all went after that.
( , Thu 7 Jan 2010, 17:02)
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...my wife went out to a hen night on the same night as I'd gone to the stag night; the couple were friends of ours from uni.
We both got atrociously, fiercely, tremendously, arseholed.
I got home at 3am to a roaring noise from upstairs. Thinking something terrible was happening I raced upstairs in full-on Superman mode only to find wife throwing up in the en suite with epic echo effects.
The effort to get up the stairs meant that I tripped two stairs from the top, got the top step in the face and threw up down myself and on the stairs; I crawled up to the top and found myself lying on the floor in the hallway wanting to die.
Thanks, b3ta, for allowing the confessional!
( , Sun 10 Jan 2010, 20:35, 1 reply)
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