Just a short one from me
but I am contributing, which makes a change.

A friend of mine has the most delicate stomach I know. One night he phoned me up from the hospital; apparently he had been shooting lumpy stagnant liquid from both ends of his body and he was now settling in for an overnight stay.

The cause? He'd had a bit of trifle earlier. Apparently some one had used orange juice to make the jelly (WTF? I didn't get it, but he can be cantankerous so I just let it pass).


This same guy went to a stag-do of his mate's, who owned a pub in Wales, somewhere (I forget). After much drinking (and he was never much of a drinker) he felt his stomach contents making the inevitable bid for freedom. He knew he was gonna get a load of stick if he chundered right there and then and being the meek, wallflower-y kinda person he was, didn't want a bit of it.

He made his way to the conveniences as a bit of sick emerged into his mouth. On his way in, he passed a good friend who asked him how he was getting on. With a mouthful of sick there is only so much you can do, so he gave a nod and made like he was bursting for a piss. Success! He barfed aplenty into the toilet and went back to resume the merriment and no-one was any the wiser.

A few minutes later the sick was discovered, yet due to the bogs being empty and my mate's mild nature, the Phantom Sicker was never revealed.

Apologies, that was actually alot longer than I first intended.
(ConanTroutman thought we would free the vulture, Mon 11 Jan 2010, 14:39, Reply)